#the audacity off rich people to just do whatever they want really

[imblocking-you]

I'm gonna read Payback manhwa, it seems nice

[thatfreshi]

Can I request an Astarion x reader fic where the reader keeps getting hit on/cat called by random people, and she brushes it off at first but it slowly becomes evident that it really bothers her, and needs someone to intervene or comfort her?

TW - Sexual harassment, threat of kidnapping

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Ah taverns, such wondrous places of inebriation and sloppy people of all creeds. You and Astarion are party people, despite his introverted nature. It's more about being two people thriving in chaos, playing the other patrons like pawns to make the night exciting, flirting with a stranger to snatch their drink from the bar, and all of those morally grey things. Sure, maybe it's not ethical to steal, but it sure is fun.

It's not a secret that you are two of the most good-looking regulars, but it's also well-known that you're severely monogamous. In fact, it's gotten very close to voyeurism multiple times, which has gotten you kicked out of a couple places. You don't mind public displays of affection, even if they're a little far gone at times. All of that to say, it's hard not to notice when you arrive.

Ever since the death of Cazador, you've been living in luxury. Despite rejecting ascension, Astarion didn't mind getting his hands all over the stockpile of gold and jewels the Szarrs had at their estate. After all, you'd say he deserves it. It's almost like being nobility, adorned in gorgeous clothing amongst the common people, and yet you fit in quite well. This rich adornment came with tight-fitting gowns, gorgeous lace pieces, corsets of the highest quality. Those also didn't go unnoticed, but this night in particular some people crossed the line.

You and Astarion brought your own bottle of wine to start the evening, something to get you loose enough to put up with whatever was on tap. Occasionally you'd befriend some strangers, just for the evening. Astarion had a bad habit of making jokes about his vampirism, so you often avoided speaking to the same people again in case they'd look past his sarcasm.

This night in particular you'd come across quite the fun group, and you'd kindly shared some of your wine with them, which was a most rare occurrence. Soon enough you ran out, and Astarion offered to grab something else for the table.

"I'll be right back darling."

He has a habit of disappearing in most circles, but he's always nearby when it comes to you, especially in a place like this. Of course he's protective of you, all you truly have is each other. He'll walk to the bar and purchase a new bottle, keeping eyes, or at least ears on you the entire time he's away. Perks of loving an elf, as his heightened senses have come in handy multiple times.

"Well, that man of yours certainly is something."

A human man comments from across the table, taking a sip of your fancy wine.

"I know."

You smirk, taking a sip of your drink.

"I can't imagine he's all that in the bedroom though."

You almost spit out your wine, surprised by the audacity of this complete stranger.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?"

"Just someone who thinks you could do better."

"And what makes you say that?"

"Well, I could bed you for a change."

You almost want to throw up at how bold this man is being. Instead of dragging the conversation on any further, you grab your drink and go to stand up, trying to eye Astarion from across the room. The tavern was awfully busy, far more than usual. After realizing he was nowhere in sight, you move to make your way to the bar. Suddenly, there's a hand in your hair, yanking you back.

"Well that's no way to treat a nice young man, now is it?"

This human snarls in your ear. No one seems to notice the situation, as the crowd is bustling. It's not often you get scared of random tavern goers, but this man is far more handsy than others.

"Unhand me."

You go to grab for the knife hidden under the slit of your dress, realizing you forgot to grab it on the way out. Of course, tonight of all nights. Realizing you were trying to grab for a weapon, the human twists your wrist behind your back, making you yelp in pain.

Astarion had a hard time hearing that night because of all the overlapping conversation, but that sound was all he needed for his ears to perk up and for him to abandon his drink mission. He has a keen sense for knowing when you're in danger.

"Adorable, you think you're that strong huh?"

He goes to feel where you reached for your knife, lingering on your leg a little too long. Then, he freezes.

"Excuse me sir, could you show me where your pulse is in your neck? Make sure your blood's still pumping?"

Astarion has his dagger in hand behind your attacker. The human starts shaking, and slowly creeps his hand off of your leg and onto his neck.

"Very good. Now, if you'd like to keep that precious sustenance pumping through your veins and don't want me to pop your jaw out of it's socket, you'll unhand my wife."

He points the tip of his dagger right where the neck meets the jawline, almost drawing blood. Soon after the human unhands your hair, and scrambles away, not before Astarion leaves the tiniest knick in his neck: a reminder. You turn around and embrace the vampire, finally catching your breath. He lets you stay wrapped around his side as he guides you out of the tavern.

"Are you alright my love? Did he hurt you?"

"Just my scalp a little. I forgot my knife before we left, stupid mistake."

He lifts your chin up to make eye contact with him.

"You shouldn't have to be armed so some man won't harass you. Would I prefer you to have a weapon on you? Of course, but if you ever can't protect yourself, I will."

You start to tear up a little. It's been a while since you've been that scared, and no one seemed to notice. What would've happened if Astarion was too late?

"Look at me."

He wakes you from your thoughts.

"Let's go home. Perhaps this isn't the right place for us."

You wrap your arm around his, holding onto his sleeve. Darkvision is nice at times like this, since he can see much further than you. The walk home is quiet, and he doesn't mind. However, he is constantly eyeing nearby alleyways in case that man decides to get smart with him. When you get home you ball up on the sofa, and he makes sure the door is double-locked, something he doesn't often do considering he made the locks himself. He makes his way to the sofa, the plush velvet making a nice contrast to rickety wooden chairs of the tavern.

"Come here darling."

He pulls you back to lay on him, and he unclasps your necklace, placing it gently on the nearby table.

"Astarion?"

You look up at him.

"Yes my love?"

Tears prick at your eyes again. You have a hard time getting the words out, as if it's an embarrassing question.

"Will... will you always keep me safe?"

Your voice wavers. He starts massaging your shoulders.

"Of course my sweet Tav, I'll keep you safe as long as you live."

His voice lowered, a certain serious tone taking hold. Part of him felt guilty things even went as far as they did tonight, but he promised himself he'd never let it happen again.

"I love you."

He smiles. It's not often you just say 'I love you' to one another, it's usually said in many different ways, in actions, in pet names. You save it for serious moments, when it feels important to remind each other of your love, how it binds you.

"I love you too darling."

Nothing else is said. Soon enough you fall asleep as he rubs your back, peaceful and safe.

[faces-ofvenus]

you will not regret it

Author's notices: 18+ content eventually, less don't read, the hot part, and if you prefer, there is fluffy and Angst content in my profile.

for my love: @mrsgrwy

You didn't really understand why you were forcing yourself to go to that party, they were a class totally above you, rich and fake people who will treat you well as long as they keep extracting everything, as long as you could be useful to them, this doesn't suit you, this is suffocating enough for you, but still you were there, going against all your thoughts.

Taking another glass of champagne of a brand you surely would never have tasted in other places, at other parties, but this one was not normal, it was a Targaryen party, more specific, the birthday of your friend's mother, you didn't know exactly why Jacaerys invited you, you interacted a few times with his mother, Rhaenyra, eccentric name like every Targaryen, was a kind woman, but kinder than most of the pompous idiots you had to meet.

You knew only Jacaerys and your brother and it seemed they were both too busy, to give you any attention, you mentally cursed Jace, what was he thinking, inviting you to a party he knew you didn't know anyone but him, and leaving you here, planted, beside the drinks table.

You were about to leave just waiting to finish everything that was in your glass, not you were going to make the best of the situation, drink and eat as much as you could, not that the food was great, it was such exotic and weird dishes, it looked disgusting and not tasty at all.

Maybe nothing in that big crowded room was going to take your attention away, not maybe one thing, maybe strange hands reaching around your waist and pulling you back, making you slam your back against the man's chest, if it took another second maybe you would go crazy and turn around and punch whatever the hell the guy was, bastard and cuckold who had the audacity to do that, and the whiskey mint breath so characteristic of him didn't have the delivery man, right next to your ear, with his chin almost resting on one of your shoulders.

— I didn't know you were coming, has anyone ever said that you simply look like a goddess?

Aegon that bastard, what to expect from him, if not this intrusion, but honestly his fingers on your belly, and the hot breath in your ear were making you feel so hot, your heart too....m what the fuck were you with thinking!!!

Moving quickly away from your "attacker" you would say abused son of a bitch, but that word works too, you could see his slight pout very well, as he saw you take your hands off his body, not that he fought back, his face quickly seemed to pull itself together, with a teasing smile.

— What were you thinking, grabbing me like that, you idiot?

Usually you would be nice, but maybe in this situation he didn't deserve you, you had already swallowed too much of Aegon Targaryen filling your patience in Advanced Calculus classes (you don't even understand why the hell he was doing it, since he didn't seem to be good at a simple multiplication sum, let alone the last subject, maybe filling your patience, testing how far he could push you with his questions, obvious and sometimes testing not only your intelligence but his as well) now you had to put up with his pretty face... Fuck no, really, maybe it's the alcohol in your system finally kicking in at the worst possible moment.

— Don't treat me like that, because I know you want me as much as I want you, you can't deny it, what's between us.

You kept a considerable distance from him, even though the sensation of their hands still seemed to make your body burn, you cursed Jacaerys once more, your eyes never left his, he looked so provocative, it was his mission to make you angry and get some reaction out of you with that sentence, and that demon didn't succeed, not seeming to have the right words, even for a layman like Aegon, it was easy for him to realize what he caused, this only gave him more freedom, his smile increased, like a damned rogue, getting closer to you.

Before he could do anything, which honestly you don't know if you would have the willpower to go against, you saw out of the corner of your eye none other than Jacaerys and Lucerys talking, that idiot had really forgotten about you, but it would do, you moved away, from Aegon quickly which left him confused, surely he had thought you were finally going to fall into his clutches.

- Unfortunately I don't have time for your antics right now, I'm off to flirt with some other poor unsuspecting soul.

And before waiting for an answer you quickly left and went to meet your Velaryon boys, thanking whatever divine force took you out of that conversation, it seemed that the devil himself was tempting you, wanting you to fall into the clutches of a cursed and really sexy feline, one day Aegon will get the worst of you, you knew you couldn't continue with this little game.

You cursed in every name possible, the people who curse you, because you couldn't possibly be that unlucky, could you.

— What the fuck is so bad, that I could have done to someone to deserve this, - You tried to clean the purplish stain of some unfortunate's expensive wine that got on your dress.

You could even hear Jacaerys' voices of regret, he was going to take you to his room to give you some of his blouse to try to cover up, but some "duty" called him first, yes you wanted to cry, why were you having this horrible night, just for trying to do a favor for a friend!!!? You didn't even notice when you bumped into someone, yes of course to make the whole situation better, you would have to explain why you were on the bedroom floor, where it would obviously be too much of a convenience, your gaze was low, shame and anger struggling to see which emotion was predominant at that time

— Look, I'm sorry... I was just trying to clean this fucking stain... — You cursed yourself for wanting to cry.

— You still look beautiful with it. — You looked up quickly, yes it could only have been him, it seemed like some kind of destiny, or a possible stalking.

You rolled your eyes, a gesture that only made Aegon crack a small smile, not as big as the one in the previous encounter, but he seemed a little upset.

— How can you still flirt with me in this situation hmm - you were tired of pretending not to be interested in ignoring or not talking to him. — And it's just as strange that you're here and not stuffed into some whiskey bottle as I am here in the — forbidden wing.

— So I guess we're both doing things we wouldn't normally do, is that a sign, hmm, — again he approached you, this time you didn't try to run away or turn away, he came close to you and his hands encircled your waist, — Maybe something wants us right now.

— I didn't know Aegon Targaryen believed in fate and divine beings — You teased him, but your heart was pounding like drums, the way he pulled you close to him, how obviously you weren't in control of the situation, and honestly didn't even want to be, as your faces drew closer together

— And your lips came together, you didn't pull back, just going in, your two hands on either side of his body, while his other hand went to your face, just deepening your faces.

As things started to heat up, Aegon pushed you into the wall, the thud made you let out a loud sigh, which caused him to deepen the kiss, after which you parted breathlessly, your head was in millions, and honestly you couldn't describe the feelings you were feeling, you wanted to pull away, you wanted to stay, why does he confuse you so much, little deeper kisses were exchanged between you, your hands around his neck, pulling him down, and against his lips.

You weren't even thinking now, when his hands slid to the zipper on the back of your dress, that made you quickly turn away from him and look around, Aegon gave you a confused look, his sudden detachment as if you were afraid of something.

— We can't do this... Not here.

Aegon let out a smile with his answer, it wasn't a problem for him, he's taken a girl in worse places, but you weren't every girl, he should keep that in mind, taking your waist quickly he looked around, honestly he knew little of your sister's house, so any room would do, wouldn't it! Guiding you to the first door in front of you.

— Wait, this is your room. — before you could say anything you were quickly silenced with a kiss and Aegon pushed you lightly onto the huge soft bed in front of you, he gave you a teasing smile, and yes you knew the answer, he is a damn pervert, and you didn't understand why you were enjoying all this, maybe you are too.

You took off your clothes, quickly the excitement growing inside you, the way he looked at you, yes it was making you so hot, any irrational thoughts fleeing your mind completely, as you were witnessing the way his body climbed on top of yours, as his hands rested on either side of your body, his hands moved to his hair pulling the falling locks from his face.

Lilac eyes, unusual, divine, because he pulled so many sensations out of you, it was unfair, the way he longed for you, but was just waiting for your cue to strike, like a beautiful hungry dragon, but you were not just easy prey.

— Maybe I'll just regret it. — You were stopped by his lips.

— Just let me prove to you that no, you will never regret it.

The way one of his hands went to your womanhood, making circular motions, and drew sighs and moans from you, your whole body seemed on fire, hot, eager, when one of his fingers passed through your slit, you moaned low. Aegon didn't take a minute of his eyes off you, watching all your reactions, just with his fingers, between your legs it was hot, yes, he pulsed just at the thought and also at the fact that you looked so inviting.

Aegon was tempted to tease you, as his fingers put some pressure on your slit, drawing low moans from you, he quickly pulled it out, and returned to pleasure your clit, you gave him an ugly look, which drew innocent smiles from your lips, before you could retort, you felt one of his enter abruptly inside you.

— A...Aegon, you... — he gave you a little silent signal, as he increased the speed and thrust another one inside you, groaning at the sensation, from his fingers, you squeezed him in a way that not even the greatest erotic dreams he had of this moment could satisfy him.

The way you leaned on the sheets, how you moaned his name, how your legs and fingers twitched slightly, he loved it all, it was different, he longed for more to feel you.

When he pulled his fingers out of you, you cursed low, it was good, it was horrible to admit, but your fingers never gave you as much satisfaction as his, you saw him take a condom from his pocket, and raised an eyebrow.

— WOW, don't judge me, you never know, do you!!! - you would be angry yes, he had already "prepared" this night and if not with you it would be with someone else, but his indignant and guilty face made you laugh low, he leaned in quickly and stole kisses from your lips — Don't spoil the mood love.

When he put on the condom, you honestly started to get nervous, yes this wasn't your first time, but you weren't the type to fuck right and left, you weren't his type, you weren't trained on the Kamasutra.

Aegon noticed some of her nervousness, if not in her face, in how her body behaved, he was between her thighs, his hands caressed her.

— You don't know how much I've been dreaming of this moment, no one has ever satisfied me more than my dreams of you, no one. — He looked at you with a sincerity you had never seen before, as if to calm your nerves, and it worked.

— Then why are you taking so long, don't tell me you've already changed your mind. — The lust and desire to have him might be overcoming your nervousness, just maybe.

He chuckled softly, yes he wouldn't waste any more time, slowly entering you, that was enough to draw moans from you, Aegon was never one to hide his voice, and honestly he wouldn't do that now, his head was full with just the thoughts of being inside you.

— Fuck...it's just fucking — He didn't know what to say as you squeezed and took him so tightly, your hands on either side of his body, you leaned on his waist, he lowered himself slightly bringing your lips together as he thrust deeper inside you.

You moaned into the kiss, your nails clenched and clawed, lips touched, hungry, longing whenever you let each other, your eyes never letting go of each other, as your climax came your moans and whispers grew louder.

— Fuck...Aegon...me. — Yes, you didn't have to say that you knew exactly what it was.

You let out your last curses, until your eyes for the first time shifted from theirs, looking up at the ceiling above you, your release coming as a sigh of relief, Aegon continued to pound you, the feeling of you squeezing him with your release pushing him to the limit, you let out low moans with the over stimulation, when he came you regretted the protection a little, as this was obviously a contact you now craved, he moaned out loud his hot breath hitting your breasts.

He lay down beside you, but pulled you to lean on him, you were sweaty and tired, yes you still didn't understand why you were at this shitty party, but this situation could make up for everything, but obviously it was over, you freed yourself quickly from his arms, and already stood up to put on your clothes, his fingers gripping you that stopped him, you glanced up at his face showing his confusion.

— Where do you think you're going hm?

— To my place obviously!

You said simply, you wanted to leave indifferently, you wouldn't treat yourself like a silly girl in love, no, getting up, he got up together, and dressed with you, this time it was your turn to look at him.

— And where do you think you're going?

— To your house, obviously! — You look at him in amazement, not only at the clear boldness in his voice.

— I'm not one of your toys anymore, Aegon.

— And I don't think you're one of my toys, honey, I meant it that day, I really like you, and I want something serious. — You laughed out loud, it sounded like a well-told joke — thought you'll only believe this when I move in with you, hmm, should I bring more clothes, or, we won't need them!

He came close to you, his hand traveling to your waist, when he pulled you closer, your faces almost touching, when his head tilted closer, you were in disbelief about everything, but his serious look, and maybe your little heart that longed for him, were speaking louder, yes you would regret it so much, no matter what he said.

— Let's go then, but you'll have to take your car," Aegon opened the biggest smile in the world, almost like a child getting a present. — Don't have too much fun, I can still change my mind.

He tried to lessen the smile, giving her one last kiss on the lips and going to get the car from the garage, but before he left he threw the top off his blazer.

— As much as I like the way your bra looks on this dress, it's not something I want to share anymore.

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

DC crossover anon: OKAY OKAY SO CONSIDER… Kate and Dick Grayson. The PARALLELS. Dick knows what it’s like to just be a normal guy on a team full of powered people, to feel like you need to earn your seat at the table. Dick fought for respect as Robin, as Nightwing… Kate did it as Hawkeye. She went toe to toe with Steve for this right. Dick struck out in a new town like Kate did in taking off for the west coast. They understand the hero worship, only to be struck with how human your mentor really is. And listen, if Kate had a nickel for every time she wound up running with a former circus performer who pretends to be a himbo but is actually really fuckin smart…? Well, she’d only have two nickels, but it’s weird that it’s happened twice.

A/N: I am so sorry this has been languishing in my drafts for months and even though i have more thoughts i want to post it because hi i am IN LOVE with them ilu dc nonny

Oh my godddd ohhhhhmy goddddddddddd

I am seeing them getting ready for (superhero) work and realizing they picked up the wrong batons which is so DUMB and so CUTE or maybe they even got as far as superheroing and Kate is like HUH well THAT wasn't supposed to happen as she's standing over some twitching goon and calling Dick like "Hey babe I think we need to label the batons better just a thought" and Dick who is FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE because Kate doesn't have tasers is like YA THINK???? (I am so sorry for yelling babe I wasn't mad at you I was mad at the situation and also the literal clown I was fighting)

Do they meet at a rich person gala and Kate is trying to figure out if Bruce is Tony Stark rich dude or Justin Hammer rich dude and realizes what better way to infiltrate this sus billionaire than by getting tight with his kids? They both absolutely know how to ballroom dance. Do they meet because Kate decides to take some aerial classes??? DUO ACRO ROUTINE MY BELOVED?!?!?! (OH my goddddddd Dick teaching circus classes? Kate and Clint taking circus classes and he critiques Dick the whole time but they bond over how the Joker is a bad clown. Not like evil, but like, bad at being a clown. The fucking audacity of him.)

Universe mash up where the Avengers et al and the Justice League et al come together for some reason and Nightwing and Hawkeye are impressed with one another in a professional way and then Bruce(Wayne) and Steve(Rogers) decide to set them up by sending them on fake missions together only because Kate is Kate it keeps backfiring and the fake missions all become real missions. It's OK though because they all come together to defeat an interdimensional villain and then there's a frantic makeout session

Kate and Dick would be able to pull off one of my favorite tropes "we've been dating for 3 1/2 years but everyone thinks we just team up to fight crime." Everyone thinks the teamups are because their teamup name is NightHawk. Obvi. Whatever version of them getting together, a total of three people know. One of them is Damian who Does Not Care Thank You Very Much (he does. He cares SO MUCH. when is the wedding he wants to know he had BETTER be a GROOMSMAN, RICHARD. He's already training Lucky to be the ringbearer. But he super mega doesn't care he thinks they're idiots.)

UGH SECRET IDENTITY SHENANIGANS (assuming a crossover where Kate can maintain a secret identity for more than 30 seconds) does the general public think that Dick is dating Hawkeye? That Kate is dating Nightwing? DO THE BUTTS MATCH????

How long before she gives up and starts calling him Dick? She absolutely can't at first, stop LAUGHING, Tommy, and at first the Batfam thinks she's kind of posh and weird like Damian because she's calling him "Richard" does he even actually want to be called Dick she doesn't know!

How into it is Dick when they go to some super shitty bar in Bludhaven and she kicks his ass at pool? He is so super into it its not even funny, honestly any time Kate kicks his ass he is VERY into it.

Kate is out here a small business owner where she is LITERALLY a detective and then at night saving the world? Dick why does that weirdly sound like Bruce? Dick? Do you call Kate daddy Dick WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY ITS A SERIOUS QUESTION

Also I was looking at this on my phone and my eye caught the phrase "struck out" and I am obSESSed with Dick striking out with Kate (trying to date her to get intel on her dad?) while Jason actually gets her to agree to dinner and obviously Jason will never let Dick forget this ever. After dinner--during dinner?--something happens and that's when they realize that Hawkeye (who has been flirting with Nightwing and they're sort of crime fighting dating) just went on a date with Red Hood (they shoot at each other once a week) and that Kate TURNED DOWN the guy she has actually sort of BEEN DATING FOR TWO MONTHS???

Tim texts the entire Batfam about this. Babs steals Kate's phone and texts her entire team. It's terribly embarrassing for Dick and Kate but really brings their teams together.

DICK ADVISING KATE ON GETTING A SIDEKICK?!?!? Damian trying to convince kid!Loki to be Kate's sidekick? DAMIAN AND KATE TEAMUP WHEN DICK IS SICK!?!?! And just. The amount the Batfam would adore Kate. Because she's Kate, because of how happy Dick is when he's with her, because she shares interests with like all of them, Kate and Damian SWORDFIGHTING

I can't decide if Dick's acrobatic training is the only reason he can beat Kate in a fight, or if it's the only reason Kate can beat Dick in a fight (I think they're pretty evenly matched.) On the one hand, Dick's use of acrobatics in his fighting style is pretty unusual and even trained fighters are going to be unprepared for some of his moves. On the other hand, I can see Clint either showing Kate some tricksy moves from his circus days, or Kate just picking it up by observing him. Idk it would be very funny because the acrobatics thing is unique, it gives Dick's moves an edge and he's honestly not used to losing fights and then Kate just. Fucking clotheslines him.

Now that I think about it,

Okay. okay. For Kate, fighting Dick is a lot like fighting Clint. They're built similar and have the acrobatics background. Kate is used to fighting people like Dick. Dick is less used to fighting people like Kate. You remember that picture of an eagle sitting next to a housecat, where it was captioned "I eat things like you, but not your size/I eat things your size but not like you"? That's them.

They also do yoga together after a long night of fighting crime. Also Kate is so protective of Dick it's kind of funny, Dick is ABSOLUTELY capable of taking care of himself but he is SO OKAY with Kate taking care of him, of her being a little feral about him in public, he wants the title of Boytoy. Tim says that Dick is Kate's poor little meow meow and look. points were made. Dick is just SO GOOPY about her in private but if you so much as look at Hawkeye in that tone of voice Nightwing will wreck your shit.

[starcrossedau]

Selena gomez

astrology teaaa

(Girl let's get started)

Personalitea

Her first house is filled lmao.This girl is charming af and people won't know what hit them she just charms their pants off. Her first house also indicates how career driven and good communicator she can be. Maybe she flirts in a way that is charming and cute idk.

She can also be egotistical and selfish.cause when it comes to her career and money that she wants she will do whatever to get to that place. And arrogance is common in people with her level of intelligence and pride.

Friendships

She gets close really fast to people and when she realizes that they are not what she thought they were she drops them.Honestly saturn in in 7th literally opposing her venus in first house.The two planets hate each other ,they won't come to like each other no matter what. She needs to be really careful about what she wants and needs. She comes off as super charming girl who did nothing wrong but ends up wronging/ditching (idk what the word to use here) the people who pitied her in the first place.

Like she just doesn't know who to trust. She is not capable of knowing what good for her in the long run cause she has been in the industry since she was a kid. I don't blame her but intense therapy and self work would help

Her mind is very afflicted she can attract drama at times but will also misinterprete comments or things someone says to be targeted towards her. Like someone could say" I hate makeup" and she would think it meant "you hate rare beauty"( the audacity lmao).

She has insecurities that affect her mind alot. She likes to hide herself but also on the other hand craves attention.

It's like a double edged sword. Her enemies are familiar to her and know how to hurt her emotionally. Could be like they get to know her really well and then use her insecurities against her.

She also craves public validation. I dont think she can handle scandals really well emotionally (unlike the Kardashians who turn scandals to daily soap).She will be affected by it for along time.so she might hide from them.

Intelligent

To the positive side she is extremely Intelligent and knows what she wants. She also has the confidence to pull of what she wants career wise. (May not be personal life wise. Many people are different at work and at home)

She has good communication skills and is able to charm people based on her looks and talents. I'm telling you this girl literally gets many thi gs of her charm alone lmao it's all over her chart

(She and kylie are more similar than you think honestly. The business mindedness and the dating shitty men . Intense insecurities etcetera.)

Money 💰

She is rich and will remain rich. I think she knows who to hire and how to work in a business setting.

she also knows how to make money through her creative endeavors and sometimes they can merge (rare beauty).

People might try to make her sign bad contracts but that won't work out or the project may fall through etc.

Marriage prediction

If she ever decides to marry she will marry a business guy or someone non famous. I don't see her marrying someone who loves fame or anything. Her dating life can be all over the place but if she ever chooses to marry I think it will be when someone more mature then her and likely not famous.

It prolly help ground her from the craziness of the industry. (Prolly like how taylor and joe dated but were super lowkey).

Also she is not an bad person sometimes she just oversteps her boundaries and can expect people to Save her when they don't.

Mainly I see her having issues with trusting people nothing more.

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“We been looking for you, Mel.” A man said while cracking open the window of his van. He stared at the woman for a moment before he continued on with his conversation. “How about you be a good girl and make this easy for us? You just need to get to the back of the van and I won’t make a scene.”

Mel stopped in her tracks and stared back at the man. She knew him, she knew that he was a friend of her father. He was a lot younger than Edward, young enough to show some youth however old enough to be respected by the older generations. He was used to people listening to his orders. He, like her father was an ex-officer. He was respected by the community. He used to volunteer at her childhood church and would often attend the Sunday school classes for children.

However, Mel didn’t respect him. In fact she hated him. After when he lost his family because he “accidentally” murdered his three year old daughter even though he made it clear that he always wanted a son. Or when he tried to defend Pastor Steve when Mel reported the assault. No, this man just like everyone else related to that childhood church was not worthy of her respect. Hell, they were not worthy to be breathing even.

The audacity of this man was astounding.

Instead of listening to his commands, she extended her hand and pointed at him while she began to laugh. Her laugh was loud, hoarse, and bitter. He was lucky it was late at night, because clearly this behavior would of brought the attention of bystanders.

Clearly Mel’s laughter was making the man uncomfortable but she didn’t stop. “Make a goddamn scene? A scene to whom exactly? It is two in the morning. Oooh how scary! I am really pissing my pants and shaking. Whatever am I going to do? Yeah…That is rich. Yeah, no. Fuck you.”

Her laughter suddenly stopped, her smile disappeared, now her demeanor became completely serous. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do, you worthless waste of space. Don’t ever try to do this shit again. I am not afraid of you. Fuck you.” She told him before she spat at him. And with that, she turned around and began to walk off.

Without any warning, a loud bang erupted from within the van, followed by the screeching of the tires.

Almost immediately after the shot was fired, Mel fell. She looked around and saw the van recklessly speeding away. Luckily, this asshole was too cowardly to stick around and finish off what he started.

The bullet hit Mel’s knee. She just sat on the sidewalk and stared at her injury for a long moment, almost in disbelief.

“Motherfucker.” She muttered under her breath before she took off her shirt and tightly tied it above her injury before she took out her phone to call for an ambulance. “There goes all of my savings.” She thought to herself.

[lonespektr]

OCTOBER 11TH HORROR WATCH

The Wild Boys (2017)

Okay notes to help:

Black n White / gray scale

T.W. The trailer is clockwork orangey with terrible young men being terrible i.e. SA/ rape

All the boys are played by women actresses

It's french

Ok:

Island

Drinking stranded screaming for another boy

Bashed head on rock

Dog with a person mask capítan

Beset upon by sailors

He's now a halfboygirl person ?

Second look directly in the camera

Tasteful? cut away

Flash forward the boys are with their drama teacher

Play...in the middle of a cornfield?? 🤨

Narrator is asserting they were naively attracted to the professor

There in creepy masks paper mache

Who drinks something they kids give them?

Exact same descend upon scene and manner but with no tasteful cut away

So far depiction of male gang rape 🚫

Depiction of female gang rape 👍

Obviously it's the crime and the inciting incident but there's a clear juxtaposition here

Voice over justifications for why the boys "wanted to go all the way through the act

{Like as in theater?}

And not face consequences "

Wording is important here. I believe the captions are encoded onto the film as in the filmmakers choice

Style text color of font

And yes faceless masked crowds always help absolve people mostly men of their choices

Trevor? Crystal sugar skull shot

Drugged from whatever she drank tied to horse for reasons excessive semen shots

The horse is running off to a cliff not and {sigh}

Yup there's the magical mystical like a music video wild night out depiction of bound a gagged woman flying loosely off the side of a horse

So shes having a great time 👍👍

This is of course from the boys depiction perspective....

Trevor is the horse ??

Okay YIKES 😬 the voice over with the woman saying the boys were certainly very sad is not from the boys perspective it's one thing for the unreliable narrator to have a isn't rape fun perspective but who the fuck is this

The boys hatch a ridiculous lie at least they acknowledged the contrition is bullshit

Can't even keep a straight face with the lie

Prof made us drink

A room? They are outside?

Now they are saying she assaulted them

Depiction of fellow rapist as "sweet" is a choice

The gavel is another weird human mask

There are two half off screen semi nude male sentries flanking the boys as they lie???

The audacity and obviousness of the boys to basically just depict a male fantasy as testifying how she assaulted them is like next level

Very Kubrick frankly

Ooo and there it is the worst possible thing a woman can do to a man she laughed at them

Not the forced fellatio the forced drinking that didn't happen but the fake laughing at them that's the teary part

After she laughed she pissed herself and that's why she was found like that

One boy "doesn't remember" too traumatized from hang raping a woman to remember

Lawyer is listing all their past stellar behavior

Okay back to their rich house

Captain a boy on a leash a woman with fruit

Camp level of hairy fruit to consume!!

Okay the boy on the leash is a reformed rapist (lobotomy style - clockwork orange)

And now hes very well behaved

Boys have already started bullying reformed kid

Boy is going the kill them with kindness route with a dash of madness

Tanguys mother refused

Completely necessary dream sequence of scantily clad woman (capt daughter)

Tanguy snuck out to be with them on the reform boat

They are paying him

Lol he just said one more person equals less food for y'all

Nice shot / stars

Trevor?? This their bad sugar jewel skull perona

Another scantily clad dream sequence

He's tossing their shit and they are chained up by the neck to the boat

Girl was "bait for virgins"

Which we knew but...

Is there a random pornographic photo on the helm

Mean nicknames and orders that seem cruel but are really just "help with the manning of the boat"

Already more sympathy for these rich boys having to do a single day of labor in their lives than the gang raped and murdered woman

Intermittent strangling throughout the boat chores

What's with the hair

Fruit

Sails

Previous boys hair???

Okay pissing scene with a tatooed dick

Captain singles out an ally?

Dog still has demon ppl face

No that's a person it was supposed to be the dog though

WTF

In the water

Trevor?

Every one now wants to be the captains dead dog

Actually told the truth

Dick is still out

Looks like there was a mask with his face?

Very important this dick tattoo

Capt is sad about dead dog so the boys are stuck in the hold

Now they are having hallucinations

My ideals are gone

TREVOR

their ideals are bad ones

Now that that was timed perfectly

He's an expert don'tchaknow

He cut them loose

THIS IS THE CHRISTMAS MUSIC FROM SHIT WHAT HOME ALONE SEVERAL THINGS

Two seconds loose and they are back to themselves

But maybe with a psychological leash?

And why cut to his semi erect cock beneath his pants when you say this

Why are they staring at it????

Arrival at the lush island

It's described as such i would say it's got more horror vibes but trees are supposed to be green not black and white

They are blind folded and now voluntarily holding the rope

Okay that was hilarious they all ran into each other and he just pushed they heads

E.x how Martain be doing geina sans misogyny

Okay one boy he selected is not blindfolded

The island is full of molesty leaves that are licking them and also a dick tree that's coming some milky stuff they can drink (, it's supposed to be a flower)

Please remember these actors are all women

There's also a bush you can fuck!

Camp literal human legs covered in bushes

The boy obsessed with the captin goes to look for him

The captin has 1 boob?

And we have found severine?

Whoever that is

She knows about the new recruits

He's upset about the dog

Went from grayscale to true black n white???

We lost subs

Oh shit they were speaking English

She runs the outfit

Oh yea mushroom mention earlier

She wants to fight

Shes choking him

Now they are in the water

Why did she come up unconscious when he went under being choked

Now he's molesting her

Gun in the mouth

Let's equate desire with assault

Now they are making out

How did severine used to look?

Boys predictably fell asleep near the dick tree and the fuck bush

Severine is going after his lil fav who is stuck in some goo

Urinating on self to escape the good per severine recommendation

Severine has two boobs so is morally superior to capítan

They are already going back

Don't think they're fixed

They all want to leave except for the ringleader who wants to look for the fav who is still with severine

Jumps in ocean at last min they already left

Swimming after the rowboat

Look at these visuals

Atheists

Another oyster reference

The island is a giant oyster and I'm it's pearl

Back on the water

Literally how was the island trip supposed to help

They aren't tied up anymore

Obviously he didn't do any solid brain washing

Thought he was an expert

They mutiny

Say i'm Trevor!

Stabbed his one boob gotta molest it first

He gets up but tips into the water storm

No plausible reason why the brainwashing failed or was poor they could have at least said he was unwell due to the dog

Another look into the camera

Back to the island

Munitions??

True freedom more hallucination?

Random booze ashore?

Wolf howling thinly veiled homoeroticism fight

Actual orgy

Literally who decided feathers

Ring leader thinks he finds the left boy

It's severine

They made a scarecrow corpse of the captains

With a bigstick so we don't forget about the tattoo dick

Ringleader has escalated to necrophilia

Taunting

Important to molest the one boob first

Something came out of the capitan mouth

One of the boys has boobs now

And one of the boys junk has fallen off

Plop

And now is immediately subject to violence by the boy who doesn't have boobs yet

Immediately another rape

This one is depicted as more violent because the character is a boy?

Mid rape his dick has fallen off and now the other boy is perfectly fine after they attack and is playing with licking the balls

Suddenly the clarity of being dickless heals trauma from being raped by your friend and heals naturally your violent assault desires too

The big they left has the biggest best boobs and has freed them in the goop with pee from the trees severine is there

One of the boys bodies refuses to become a woman

Obvs happened to the doctor

Stayed in the island because doesn't want to be a girl on the mainland

But figured out how to dose so boys don't physically change but aren't violent ??

The kid is just clinging to any adult

That's how he ends up alone and beset upon

Hallucinations aren't explained

Severine gives them the gun

Explore is another interesting euphemism here

One kid ran off

Now they are having sex with the sailors

Severine is monitoring on swivel with a torch??

The boys are boys

The sailors are adults btw

The boy who ran off is back to being molested by plants again

He hides with he sees they are leaving the island

Killed the sailors and took their boat

Naturally the one boob kid is the new captain

Macbeth reference again

They are of course shirtless constantly now that they have boobs when they were not before

Back to TREVOR

Okay well if you want a trippy french version of clockwork orange there you go

Post credit scene in new captin alone on the island

[auggie-beaniessssss]

Cancelled Episode 2 "Unjust"

"Yo mama so old, I told her to act her age and she died!"

"My name is Alexandra, though most people call me Alex. I'm not exactly the most popular girl in school. Not that one with the ugly Photokinesis Kineticore anyway...anyway, as i was saying, I thought I could just try my luck with the presidency elections, I mean, who knows, maybe I can even become the president! But no. Fate-no, SAM had other plans.

Of course, as reasonably as everyone would, I felt stressed to perform well in this election, while struggling to gain votes over the...ever-popular Sam.

Not many people are especially fond of Photokinesis Kineticores, given the generational prejudice indoctrinated in young children after the whole... "Sacred Magician" incident.

To be honest, those are all absurd lies. In this...diverse world where even creatures like Tengu, Kitsune, Dragons, Vampires exist...tch. What makes you think that a mere Kineticore, albeit granting reasonably strong power from birth through those...mechanical hearts, is never gonna be enough to defend ourselves.

There'll always be those demons and predators, preying upon the weak and sick in the shadows. Always striking in the dead of the night. As if a mere kinesis power can be enough to defend ourselves. Not to mention the mechanical heart...ugh. What even was the Dragon Lord thinking when he implanted these in us? Oh grow up, these aren't even enough to leverage the playing tables anyway.

Anyway. As I was in the toilet screaming to myself and only myself absurd truths, SAM THUS HAD THE AUDACITY TO RECORD ME SILENTLY OUTSIDE THE TOILET! AND SHE STILL HAD THE AUDACITY TO SPREAD A RUMOUR ABOUT ME, SAYING I WAS BULLYING PEOPLE!

Hmph. She even spread the rumour far and wide. Everywhere and everyone across the school would be whispering my name. And that's not usually a good thing.

Of course my reputation was burnt to a crisp at that moment. No one would listen to my plea. No one would listen to my explanations. No one wanted anything to do with me.

It was always Sam this or Sam that.

Yes...Sam! Sam! SAM!

Some people...just want to watch others lives come crashing down for the fun of it. She never bothered to clear up the misunderstanding behind the audio. She...one of rich and famous backgrounds. Not very uncommon to see them behaving as such.

All burned to a crisp...my reputation...my pride...my...face...yes, my hideous face...

Because of course Sam's Kineticore was Pyrokinesis. Of course she had the power to control flames and fire. Of course she had been born into the teacher's favourite Kinesis.

And of course, with that power, she used it to burn my face off. And of course, no one said a word or offered any help at all while I was fighting back with all my might.

She had just come with no warning at all. While I had been comfortably reading my book, she confronted me and just burned my face off. Poof.

I wonder, had I done something to offend her?

I really couldn't take it anymore at that point. Everyone was behaving strangely to me. Pointing me out. Calling me names. My friends and classmates had all but long deserted me. Well, not that I had any friends anyway.

And long tired of playing these constant mind games all the time, I lay down on my bed and took my knife. Just a simple, ordinary knife. Just like any other knife. And yet it carried such power, to hurt, to kill, to take a life. Yet it could be used for the most wondrous inventions. It could be used to chop up vegetables to cook a delicious meal. It could be used to cut fruits to be beautifully plated. It all depended on the user's intentions. Hmph, ironic.

And now for my intention. I simply took the knife, held out my other, free hand, and cut it. Sliced it. Did whatever I could to make it bleed as much as it could.

Oh but the strangest part came, why couldn't I cry? Why? I had bawled my eyes out on the first few days this happened. What happened to all my tears now? WHY COULDN'T I CRY ANYMORE?

But just as I was wallowing in my own pit of misery, it came to me. A radiant light of hope. It spoke to me these words:

"You...I see your tears...speak to me...if you desire power...to exact vengeance...I...I can give you all the power you need... Hehehehehehehehehe..."

And as for the answer, I believe it shouldn't be difficult to deduce. Newfound power, the chance to exact revenge, an...and eye for an eye...how could I say no?

Those fools of this world had no use for me. Well, the feeling is mutual."

[david-box]

Liveblog (but a day late ish) of Succession season 4 ep. 1

3:38 love how Shiv didn't kiss Kendall also is very clearly lying lol. Rome is so focuking rude it's hilarious. Wtf is their new venture are they trying to make a new media outlet??? And shiv is talking to Tom

They're already on to her lmao. Glad she's semi honest. Ajjajahw. "he's not a real junkie" ahhaha. Kendall is saying "don't bail on me I don't want to put effort into this and not have you reciprocating". Shiv really is into it.

Ohhh my god Logan is visually miserable. Hows it feel old man you motherfucker. He is not dating that woman still Jesus Christ. I mean good for her probably, damn, but what the fuck. What happened to the Italian princess Greg?? He's so clean shaven... Also "friend assistant and advisor" lol. Girl when. Her face is funny as hell also I love these actors. Is it "random fuck". Greg's face lol.

Shiv don't sound bored. Kendall is into it. Tom looking out for Shiv?? You alwars awkward awkward man. Paying with one hand. You're not being fair Shiv rn but I don't blame you also low blow with the st. Paul remark. Best response Tom. She's really freaking out damn. THEYRE STILL HERE AKHAHAHHA. Rome the only chill one here hahahhaa. The investor advisors walked off in separate directions. Aaannnnd Greg's gf snitched lol. They're paranoid. They have every reason to be. Oh those are their investors.

Connor is dressed like a president and the gf is insiding. Connor how broke are you, you're always worried about money. Who was Logan's first wife? Why is the Left going after them? Are they buying Pierce? Also the audacity to call them rats... And the side piece is literally just standing there. Logan doesn't know what Tom looks like when he lies. His awkwardness helps though imagine asking your FIL for marriage AND business advice. Logan looks so annoyed Toms ass sucking but I honestly think it helps and as much as Logan is annoyed that's exactly where he wants him to be. Tom killing Logan 2023 hashtag or whatever. Who hosts a party and waits for food??? They fucking rich people.

Two parties vying for Pierce is going to make the Gojo buyout easier because the Waystair side won't bother squeezing Connor out. Unless they just try harder and he has to pay more to stay lol. Roman the most mature one here. Kendall is being stupid. Who was walking in the background also they're just sitting there huh those Saudis or whoever lolll. They do kinda have a point tho.

Tom doesn't even wait to cut Greg down a 6 inch. And she's fucking recording??? Greg is too excited for their marriage thing. Greg is delusional. I wouldn't switch gears personally but I'd be anxious telling the other guys to keep waiting if they're even still there.

Logan has the world and isn't even happy. Right in front of her "hoop de hoop". Nan's family is a matriarchal version of Logan and Shiv is correct he has no patience but Nan's gonna be busy ain't he. Nan is funny also. I love the way Shiv dresses casually ahahha good lines. Kendall might honestly be better to go but Nan's picky and pickier than what's good. Oh fuck off Kendall its about Dad. And Rome is scared of conflict and I don't blame him also it would be funny if they can do it.

Why is he going you're my pal. You're mybest pal. What the fuck does this mean. This poor man. People are exonomic units??? Bro. Is he really thinking about marriage??? Bro. Gee I wonder why

People turn against you everywhere you go. He's getting old and finally feeling it. Only person he trusts isn't even family and business only.

Ahhahahhahhaha I didn't think Roman would repeattt thatttt ahahha. She looks so hurt :-(. That means he didn't ask. You can pop it back in your mouth now lolll. Who they calling. Oh Logan? Pierce is making calls huh I bet.

Connor is so excited for the wedding and it's gonna be bad if he pushes for more money or if he pushes for less I bet. I love this man. Get a rapper and jetpacks. Dude. Bumfuts. Oh it's about the election cycle. Poor Willa. She's trying. She'll do a lot for him huh.

Greg has the worst timing and Tom low-key thinks it's funny. Greg. No. She's crunchy peanut butter. Dude. The guest bedroo?? Dude. And he's really worried ahahaha. I think he's more amused Greg is scared and is mayyybbee fucking fucking with him. He's making him tell him this is so gross hahahaha.

Is this fucking Marthas vineyard? Italian themed Waystair rocyo? Do they realize Logan can just wait on the sale so they won't be able to buy her out? The sex implications with the headache is great. I think she's going to use it as leverage. Oh butter my beanpole ahahha. Tom saving his ass and isn't even needing to lie, everyone DOES know. He's got some fucked up machinations. Greg is worse off saying something than not. He hasn't eaten. He gave him candy. And he's just holding it. Ahahhaha. Shhshhahha the thumbs up. Lmao. Poor Greg. Poor poor Greg. Think of something better. I would not be honest. He really doesn't think about things critically, like, ever.

Who's the garbder? They're showing more servants today.

Logan smiled? What the fuck?? Tom is so right but he also clearly thinks its both funny and disgusting. Greg don't push it. Greg. Dude. Ahahah. God be willing. Nan thinks smiles and warm energy is important and is complaining about spending money. Interesting. Roy might be better for that than the kids. She's ruthless. Shiv is better for this than anyone else. Oh, but it's not wrapped up. It's fine :-)) come drink with me :-)). Don't curse. Kendall. Dude. She wants to drink? Take the offer to drink... Kendall it is not robust. What happened to Maine? I'm getting a divorce ahahhahaa okay damn. Kendall if you're gonna call her on the numbers don't be shitty. That was clever Roman.

Nobody tells jokes any idea so they. I'm saying Carl, it's a big dry in here. Do you have any jokes? Frank, start, be funny, abhahahahahahahahahahaa roast me dhshshhshshshs skanshshshs absghshshshhsjsjsjsjsjsjsh he can't even do it. That's not funny. Greg is too honest. Ahahhahaa "where are your kids?" AhahhahahhahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahahahhaahhHahaha. Not a good retort there Logan sorry. So it is the money. Logan's mood is much better when he has something to do. He's going to win. But that's cus I got spoiled.

Roman is correct. 8 is bad. Oh ton don't pussy foot. "This is dusgusting :-)" lol. call your wife. Nan likes the bidding and they can't do 8.5. Tom hiding his face. They do not have 9.5. they go to 10 they lose. 10 is a lot. They don't have 10. And he's being loud. He's outvoted. Ouch. Shiv is so happy. She's gonna cry. Tom said 12 she fucked herself.

Congratulations on saying the biggest number. Romans not sure and they left. That's when the Gojo falls through innit? Lol. Or the lack of a divorce. They still living in the same house? Cute dog. Swear it's different from last year, lol. They don't even look at the accounts anymore. Oh, they still here. Tom still kinda trying to connect, he really does love her. Who wouldn't? Where's the disgusting brothers thing and Shiv is really trying to hurt him and she's hurt from it. And he's right to fire right tf back. Is Mondale even let out at night? Shiv is really, really upset. She doesn't want to move on but now she has an excuse to force herself so this is when the deal gets fucked and now she's divorced for no reason. Shiv doesn't wanna talk because she arguably did worse. No responsibility. Tom won't fight her and a small part of her wishes he did. Tom what the fuck ahahhahaa. Dude. What the fuck. He's genuine . He isn't but he is. I think Shiv would be happy just having him be there. They're so sweet together. My little cats. They do love eachother :-(. If only they could make it work.

Is Logan watching court dv? Or his own news? He's mad the reporters ugly. Wild. They actually won. Oh, new number.

[novemberarboretum]

Sunday Evening Cafe Thoughts: Are You Ready?

as taylor swift herself once said: “this is me trying”. 

for a long time, i’ve told myself i’m not good enough. i’ve told myself i’m just not ready, and that someday far off in the future, when i am more ready, then i’ll do the thing. i’ve told myself i’m not ready to do pretty much everything i dream or even think about doing. not to model, not to act, not to write poetry, not to start a blog, not to start a podcast, not to go to that really good dance complex in the city with the really good dancers that totally inspire me but also simultaneously totally intimidate and scare me and feel too good for me to even show up to the same class as them. for a long time, the only answer i’ve ever given myself in the face of my dreams is: no. it’s too late. i’m too old. what would people think? do i really have the audacity to do a career change at my age, at twenty-five? the preposturous-ness. well, maybe someday. maybe someday when i feel more ready. i’ll just work on myself until i feel ready. and then, one day when i do feel that, and i just “know”, then i’ll start. 

but, i’m realizing something. all the people that we seem to call famous, all the people who we see as different from us, better than us, living in another world from us, with different dreams, different careers, different levels of sophistication and talent and beauty - the thing is, ironically, all of them are just like us. 

something one of my idols said that i’ve been thinking about lately puts this concept rather well. she said: “usually it’s not the people who are the most talented who end up being the most famous, and end up making their dreams come true. most often, it’s simply the people who have the audacity to try.”

and that is what i’ve realized. i’ve realized that there is never a perfect time to try. none of us are ever ready. in fact, most people who end up being wildly successful and doing things we type as “amazing”, “incredible!” or “revolutionary!” come back to us on our favorite sunday night podcast and say, “you know, if i ever would have known beforehand what it was really gonna be like if i’d started this [project, dream, life pursuit or endeavor], the thing is, i never would have started it in the first place”, followed by a chorus of knowing co-host chuckles. because THAT, my friends, is the truth. i hate to break it to you folks but ALL THE DAMN CLICHES ARE TRUE. period. and THAT in and of itself is even a cliche. 

well, damn. here we are. 

so, even though it might feeeeel easier said than done, here is both yours and my sign to JUST DO THE DAMN THING. JUST DO IT. NIKE DID NOT COPYRIGHT THAT PHRASE FOR SPORTS ALONE. 

go be an actor. go be a model. start a podcast with your friends. pick up your house plants and go be a dog-walker in whatever rich-ass city you think is calling to your heart right now, regardless if you have a job lined up or not. go try out for that play. go say hi and start talking to that person when you’re not even ready, when you think they are too cute for you or your anxiety thoughts are coming up with who-knows-what-else kinds of ridiculous and likely untrue stories. go buy a plane ticket right now and take a trip to baton rouge tomorrow. because, the goddamn truth is that - guess what?? nobody has been or WILL EVER BE ready for ANY damn thing!!!!!!! it is the BIGGEST LIE and cultural-cover story that these people who do these crazy amazing, successful, wondrous, money-making, dream-come-truing things are ready! they’re just not! they just freaking say: “i give no F’s” anymore, and they just DO THE DAMN THING. 

god. what a relief. 

my whole life up to this point, i believed that you have to be *ready* to do anything you want to do. and i still have those thoughts, all the time, even though now i totally logically know they’re not true. 

because, the secret that i’m slowly retraining myself to live by is that: it’s not in the being or “feeling ready” that we then start our dreams and make them all come true. it’s in the *starting* of our dreams that we then become ready, and THEN our dreams come true. ugh, here i go with another cliche again. honestly so cringe. but also, not at all. and that’s the thing. 

being cringe is okay. it’s necessary, even, to live a large and expansive, true and integrity-filled life. and to me, that’s the whole point of this thing, if there is any point at all. 

take it from the conditioned people-pleaser and perfectionist now FINALLY attempting to *actually* navigate her way through life instead of just surviving: every time i’ve done something brave in the service of expansion of self, every time i’ve done something i’ve been torn between doing or not doing, every time i’ve chosen something new and scary and foreign and unknown instead of going back to my old ways - i NEVER have regretted it. and 100%, every time i have done the opposite, i have regretted it immensely. 

but also, there’s no need to get too hard on yourself if you do do things you regret. even repeatedly. because, we are humans, and humans take a lot of repetition to learn things because that’s just the way we’re wired. you can’t overcome being human. you just need to work with it. 

so, we don’t need to overcome or necessarily avoid regret. regret is just part of the gig. and we need to just let ourselves feel it when we feel it. but, i think part of the gig also seems to be that, after we have learned through repetition that a certain type of decision seems to make us feel regretful, to then try and do some things that feel scary but that are new and possibly exciting and possibly even something that we want. and maybe, in taking baby steps like this, just maybe we will find ourselves experiencing more joy and expansiveness, more happiness, more possibility, more self-confidence and self-fulfillment in our lives. that to me is what it’s all about. 

so, here’s to making brave choices when we think we can’t. here’s to trying new things even though it scares us absolutely and completely to death and we avoid it at all costs. here’s to trying anything under the sun that calls to our curiosity and our hearts most definitely before we feel ready, in any way, shape or form. ‘cause, readiness was always just an illusion anyways. none of us are ever ready. which means...

all of us always are. 

love a million, 

Madison. *

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 6

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You deal with the aftermath of your decision.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: There’s a little bit of smut in here, not too filthy though I guess???

A/N: VOILA NO ANGST IN THIS CHAPTER, only tension teehee anyway I hope this doesn’t disappoint and I am looking forward to seeing everyone’s rage about this part lmfaoooo

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

The last time you lost sleep was back in your days at the university, when you were working on your thesis. And that was years ago so now that you were wide awake at two in the fucking morning, it was frustrating you.

What was even more frustrating was the fact that you were up because of a guy, and not just any guy— Bucky Barnes.

You didn't know whether you made the right decision of rejecting him like that, without even giving the relationship a damn chance. But you were right, weren't you? That making it official with courtship was going to make your corporate life a living hell.

Perhaps you were overthinking?

You groaned out loud and sat up on your bed, grabbing your phone from the night stand and opening up your messaging app.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean those things that I said.

Delete, delete, delete.

Can we talk again?

Delete, delete, delete.

I already miss you.

"Really, now?" you chuckled to yourself, albeit sarcastically.

When did you ever chase a guy? Never in you entire life did you put your walls down for a fucking guy. What would make Bucky an exception? Sure, he was rich as fuck and handsome as hell but those wouldn't give him an immunity from your pride.

Throwing your phone under your pillow, you decided to stand by your verdict about keeping things professional between you and Bucky.

-

The universe seemed to hate you because aside from losing sleep, you also forgot to set your alarms and now you were running late for the mancom meeting. You really had to confront Bucky like that a day before the meeting, huh?

By the time you reached the conference room, the meeting was already in progress. Heads turned to you upon your arrival, the entire room silent as you whispered your apologies. When you looked around, you realized that the only seat available was the one next to Bucky.

Great, just great!

You could feel his eyes on you as you carefully made your way towards him, mumbling another apology for your tardiness before sitting down. You knew how much Bucky hated it when people were late, whether for a meeting or for a rendezvous. The last time you were late, he denied you of your orgasm when he fingered you in his car.

Was he thinking of the same thing now? If not for last night's discussion, you would probably be bent down on his desk by lunch time. You cleared your throat and squeezed your legs uncomfortably, a gesture that Bucky noticed right off the bat.

You crossed your legs and focused your attention on the presentation until you noticed what Bucky was doing beside you. You tried to be discreet when you checked him out through your peripheral vision; he was leaning back against his seat with his legs wide apart. He seemed to be paying attention to the presentation but then he started stroking his chin in a certain way that made you remember all the times he did that whenever he had his eyes on you.

"Mister Barnes? What do you think about this suggestion?" the head of operations asked.

Bucky hummed lowly as he stroked his lower lip, nodding his head in approval before saying in a rough voice, "I like it."

"I like it."

"Like what?" you asked innocently, lifting a curious brow at Bucky when you entered his office one night in a tight fitting skirt with a slit that showed off the garter of your stockings.

You knew that it was going to drive Bucky insane if you walked around the office wearing something so teasing like that. To hell with the HR, you actually received a memo for wearing such at a workplace but whatever. The reward from Bucky would surely be more than enough to make this decision worth it.

"Playing coy now, are we?" Bucky asked, standing up from his seat and then walking over to you.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Bucky." you teased.

Bucky smirked and kept his eyes on you when he knelt down in front of you, his rough palms sliding against the skin of your thighs before tugging at the edge of your stockings.

"I'll show you what I'm talking about." he said before he bunched up your skirt, licking a stripe against your lace-clad pussy.

You exhaled heavily at the memory and shook your head. Fuck no, you weren't going to give in! You weren't even sure whether Bucky was intentionally teasing you. Nope, definitely not giving in so easily.

-

You survived the entire day, despite being on the receiving end of Bucky's subtle teasing. That motherfucker was testing you alright, you were damn sure of it. He really went to the pantry during lunch, when you were washing your mug at the sink. And he had the audacity to stand behind you, pretending to be reaching for something from the cupboards.

Janet the snitch was there too! Thank fuck she was preoccupied with her salad and didn't notice when Bucky pressed his crotch against your ass, his breath fanning against your neck when he whispered "Excuse me." in that delicious, rough voice of his.

Thinking that you were finally free to head home, you started gathering your things until you received an e-mail from none other than Bucky. It was a little past seven in the evening already and you've submitted all your reports earlier. What does he want now?

Come see me in my office. Now.

Regards, Bucky Barnes

A surge of electricity coursed through your veins, your entire body going cold and you weren't sure whether you should be nervous or excited. Or aroused, even. You weren't going to lie but you sort of hoped that his e-mail contained another dick pic again, something to let you know that everything was fine between the two of you.

Who were you kidding though, you were the one who asked for this set-up.

You adjusted your skirt and went straight to the elevator, counting the seconds until it reached Bucky's floor. Every step you took towards his office felt heavier and heavier as you neared his door. What does he want?! You couldn't think of anything that he needed to talk to you about.

"Shit. Okay, bitch you got this." you mumbled to yourself before knocking.

Bucky didn't even tell you to come in, he just opened the door and left it ajar as he went back to his seat behind his desk. He seemed agitated but god did he look good. You really needed to get a grip of yourself.

"You need anything, Mister Barnes?" it felt strange to address him like that.

He heaved out a sigh and shrugged, "I'm very disappointed in this report." he said, slamming the folder on top of his desk before looking up at you.

"I don't understand. I followed every instruction and even included charts to make it easier to understand." you explained, slightly offended that he was questioning your hard work.

You worked hard on that report, and he knew how much. Was he power tripping you now?

"That's the thing, you followed every instruction. Sometimes you have to make certain changes, that doesn't mean it's automatically wrong as long as the outcome is the same." Bucky explained.

You narrowed your eyes at him. He was insinuating something and you knew exactly what it was. You preferred not to focus on it and straightened up, trying to play it cool.

"I don't get it." you shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest.

Bucky heaved out sigh, "Come take a look. I'll show you where you went wrong." he said, raising his eyebrow at you, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

Oh no. Oh fucking no. He was giving you the look. You tried not to falter and maintained your professional behavior. Slowly, you walked around his desk until you stood beside him.

"See this part? Too detailed, I don't need to know about this. I just want to see the results." Bucky explained casually.

"Another thing is the graph you made. It's good, but again, too many details. You see this?" Bucky asked, glancing up at you.

You squinted your eyes, not wanting to stand too close to Bucky. Even from where you were, his perfume was invading your senses. It reminded you of all the times that scent was all that you could smell, especially whenever Bucky was on top of you, fucking your brains out. Or whenever he took you from behind, his face buried into your neck and—

"Are you listening?" Bucky asked.

You cleared your throat, "Yes." you immediately responded.

"Here, take a look at what I'm talking about." Bucky said, casually placing a hand on the small of your back as you bent down to look at your report closely.

It's as if everything happened so fast. You were trying to see what Bucky was talking about when you heard his chair screech against the floor, followed by his strong hands gripping your waist, pulling you down to sit on his lap.

You gasped out loud when you felt his hard cock against your ass. A slight whimper slipped past your lips when Bucky slightly moved, thrusting his hips upward while his hands on your waist kept you still.

"Bucky, fuck I..." you panted.

And then suddenly, the contact was gone and Bucky was pulling you away from him as he stood up. A shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he feigned innocence.

"I'm sorry, I totally forgot. We're supposed to be professional now. That's what you wanted, right?" he asked mockingly, shaking his head and then fixing his suit.

You stood there, gawking at him incredulously at the stunt that he just pulled on you. Did he really just...?

What the fuck?

"Anyway, I want the revised report by my table end of the day tomorrow." he said oh so casually, as if he didn't just pull you down to sit on his fucking lap while he had a damn erection.

He sat back down and continued with his shit as you stood there, disappointed (at yourself actually) and just feeling like a fucking fool.

"I can't believe you just did that." you softly said, turning around to leave.

"Just say you want me and this will all be over." Bucky said.

You looked back at him with a scowl and saw how smug he was staring at you. His lips curled up into a grin, eyes glinting with mischief. You wanted to kiss that fucking smirk off his face, maybe sit on it and ride it until he's out breath, until the skin on your inner thighs burned from how his scruff was scratching against it.

But again, you were too proud to do that.

"Thank you, Mister Barnes. I'll see you tomorrow."

-

What do you call it when a girl is left high and dry? Is there a female version for having blue balls? You needed to know because that was something you've been going through for two weeks now.

Two fucking weeks.

Since that night in Bucky's office, things have gotten worse for you. Bucky wanted you to give in first and damn, he was giving it his fucking all when it comes to making you cave. The man even texted you a shirtless photo of him at the gym. By accident, he said.

And here you thought that the both of you were going to be professional moving forward.

Bucky always teased you whenever he could, made sure that you'd be reminded of the times you spent together. Whether it was with how he spoke or looked at you, he was subtle but he went all out. One time during a meeting, Bucky started to play with his fucking mouse. His middle finger doing things to his scroll wheel, moving back and forth all the while he was staring at you with a sleazy grin.

As if you needed any more reminder how much his fingers felt so much better against your cunt as compared to your own.

-

Friday came quickly and you couldn't be more grateful for it. It had been very busy at the office and Bucky was edging you even without having the need to touch you. You needed a break from him, needed some time to yourself and rethink about the certain decisions you made.

You stood by the elevator, waiting for it to reach your floor when Mark approached you.

"Been a hectic week huh?" he asked, adjusting the strap of his laptop bag on his shoulder.

You sighed, "Very hectic, thank goodness the week is over." you said with a chuckle.

"Any plans for the night?" Mark asked, turning to you.

You shook your head, "Not really. You?"

Mark smiled widely at you, "No plans either. But I do remember you owe me a night at the bar." he reminded you.

You mentally facepalmed because fuck, you totally forgot about that. Mark wasn't so bad actually, he was kind and seemed like a lot of fun to hang out with. You just...you just weren't attractive to him.

Maybe you should give it a try? Just to keep your mind off of Bucky even for a while. That man was driving you insane, honestly.

"Of course, yeah. I remember." you said with an awkward laugh.

"Do you want to go tonight?" he asked at the same time the elevator doors opened.

Lo and behold, Bucky Barnes was inside as well. Fucking hell.

"Mister Barnes." Mark greeted him before gesturing for you to step inside first.

You saw the look that Bucky gave both you and Mark. Suddenly, hanging out with Mark didn't seem like a good idea anymore. You prayed that Mark wouldn't bring it up anymore, at least, while Bucky was inside the elevator.

It felt like you were being ushered into the pits of hell when you stepped inside. Even with Mark's presence, you felt nervous being around Bucky. God knows what this man could do when provoked.

"Anyway, how about tonight?" Mark repeated his question, much to your dismay.

Bucky was standing behind the both of you and yet you could feel his eyes digging holes against the back of your head. He was waiting for your response.

"Come on, you promised me a date." Mark just had to imply.

Bucky coughed and Mark turned to him all of a sudden, "You ever been to the bar down the block, Mister Barnes?" he asked.

"Yes." Bucky curtly responded.

"They serve the best drinks, right? So come on, let me take you there. You won't regret it. What do you think, Mister Barnes?"

Mister Barnes will fucking whoop your ass, Mark, you thought to yourself. You suddenly started sweating bullets, feeling your armpits dampen beneath your blouse because jesus christ, was this really happening? You just wanted for the ground to swallow you up. Should you pretend to faint instead? Just to get out of this awkward situation?

"Yeah, a promise is a promise. Why don't you let Mike take you out tonight?" Bucky said, stepping in between you and Mark.

Mark made a face, "It's actually Mark, Mister Barnes."

Bucky though, kept his attention on you. His expression unreadable but his jaw was tensed. You were so fucked. And not in a good way. He was trying so hard to stay calm but when you glanced down, his hands were balled into fists.

"What do you say to that date with Martin?" Bucky asked again.

Mark lifted a finger, "Mark." he chimed in again.

"Yeah, whatever Michael." Bucky waved him off with his hand before turning back to you. "So, what do you say?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked past Bucky's shoulder to check on Mark, he didn't seem suspicious though. He looked hopeful, actually. But you pitied him because he just made it to Bucky's list of employees to keep an eye on. Aside from Janet, of course.

"I...um..." Fuck it.

"Yeah, okay. A date it is then." you awkwardly said, forcing out the driest laugh you ever produced in your entire life.

Mark excitedly pumped his fist in the air, "Great! Thank you, Mister Barnes. Guess she just needed a little push." he said.

Bucky feigned a smile and nodded, taking a step back from you. "A little push. Yeah, I guess so."

Finally, the elevators reached the ground floor and you were ready to sprint out of it when Bucky said his parting words.

"You enjoy your date with Marty now. Totally nothing unprofessional about dating a co-worker." Bucky told you and before the elevator doors closed, you saw the scowl that appeared on his face.

Shit.

"Mister Barnes is acting weird, don't you think?" Mark asked as the both of you walked out of the building.

You forced a smile and walked ahead of Mark, "Definitely not weird. You know what? I badly need a drink or two, an entire bottle of tequila maybe so let's just go now."

As if on cue, your phone buzzed and the message that showed up made you want to stop in the middle of the street, lay down on your back and await your demise.

You're playing a dangerous game. Well, two can play at that.

-

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[fruggo]

Hello ! I saw the enemies fo lovers things and I wanna request if possible

“ rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me three days ago. “

With frank if you would and thank you

yessirrr i love frank sm it’s not ok. also umm i may have accidentally written friends to enemies to lovers or something idk. and though i wouldnt necessarily call you friends at the start, you werent really enemies yet???? idk🐸just ummm yeh i love frank

also help how do i not go overboard???? i feel like i made this way too long, please help and i am sorry

warnings: canon-typical violence, swearing, frank being a bastard but then you’re like awwww he’s a cute bastard aaaaw

~~

Things were weird with Frank, and they always had been from the moment you stepped foot in the Entity’s realm. He always tunneled you relentlessly, and that made you think of him as a big asshole, but there were some strange details tacked onto the sentiment that greatly confused you, should you think about it for more than three seconds.

Sometimes, it seemed like he went easy on you in chases, like he put in no effort. He would chase you for a while, let you waste his time, and then leave without even getting a hit on you when he definitely had the ability to.

And you hated saying this, but when he handled you, it almost felt…gentle. Granted, he was a killer, and his job was to murder you, but your experiences with him did not quite line up with those of the other survivors.

They always described trials against Frank as “stepping on legos in the middle of the night” or something akin to that. You never felt like that, though—when he chased you, it felt fair. Almost as if he played nice with you. And more often than not, the killer would let you go when he caught you. The reason remained a mystery to you until quite a bit later.

This trial, Frank was in 100% bastard mode. You had begun to think of his trials as quite easy due to his seemingly calm nature around you, so you were rather caught off guard when he downed you in the first 30 seconds of the match and tossed you onto a hook, no gentleness whatsoever.

You wanted to yell at him and ask what the fuck was wrong with him until you realized this was his fucking job, and this is how he should have been treating you all along. Maybe you had just been imagining it all, but you could have sworn he used to leave you alone more than this. Something just felt different.

After you were unhooked, he went for you again. And again. And then you were dead, completely wiped out of the trial. Frank had demolished you with no remorse.

You knew it was silly to feel betrayed, but you really couldn’t help it. In such an insane and hellish place, anything that could be even remotely perceived as kindness seemed like so much more of a big deal than it truly was. So Frank’s supposed “gentleness” with you had felt somewhat like a friend doing you a selfless favor. Of course, it was not a selfless favor, and it was certainly nowhere near kindness, because he was still a killer chasing you with a knife, but your standards had really lowered in this place.

After that trial, you were back to hating Frank for tunneling and bullying you (like you probably should). You began to understand the survivors’ saying about the legos—and you hoped that Frank would step on some legos too, because he fucking sucked sometimes.

And for a while, that’s just how it was. You nearly forgot how he used to go easier on you, and how you used to do okay in his matches. Now every time you were pit against each other it just felt like you were being stuck with a bunch of pins; you never had any time to breathe or rest or do literally anything. He just went after you until you were gone, and there was next to nothing you could do about it.

Everything changed very suddenly during a trial at Ormond.

You were expecting the same old routine with this asshole—chase, blah blah blah, die. You hardly had energy to fight back anymore.

So when he arrived out of breath at the killer shack, somehow knowing you would be here, Frank was surprised to find you relaxing under the window with your arms loosely crossed, a disapproving scowl upon your countenance. It was enough to make him hesitate in his tracks.

You let out a deep breath, refusing to break eye contact with his mask; you kept up that menacing frown for as long as you could, trying to make him feel guilty (who knows if it was even possible for him to feel guilty? But it was worth a try).

“Just kill me,” you said, voice steady and seemingly unbothered. Underneath the surface, you were trembling, but you stood your ground. “That’s what you’re gonna do, isn’t it? You’re going to chase me until I’m miserable and kill me off as soon as you can?”

Frank went still, not even fidgeting with his knife like he usually did; he was intrigued by your sudden confidence.

You went on. “I’m really sick and tired of you, you know that? I’m sick of you and your bullshit. Why can’t you treat me like everybody else? At first, you went easy on me. Now you just torture me with your stupid mind games, and frankly, I’m sick of playing! I’m done with you—I don’t care anymore! Just kill me, and I’ll get out of your way, okay asshole? Mori me if you want. I don’t give a shit.”

You put your hands up exasperatedly, fully expecting him to take the offer and just send you back to the campfire right then and there. But the man sighed, pocketed his knife, and sat down right next to you as if this were a normal thing for him to do.

You scooted a few inches away out of instinct. Frank noticed, but he chose not to say a word about it.

It was a long time before he said anything, and when he finally did, you wanted to punch him so bad.

“It’s complicated,” he mumbled. And that was all.

Oh, yeah? It was complicated? You scoffed, hanging your head with a bitter smile. “Oh, okay. Sure.”

Silence again.

Awkward, suffocating silence.

And then Frank got up and left. You were unbothered for the remainder of the trial, not even a scratch or bruise on your body.

~~

Sometimes you simply did things, and you didn’t know why. This thing that you just did was irrational, stupid, unplanned, unwise, and everything in-between, and you knew it was, but frequently you just had no impulse control. Perhaps it was the Entity’s influence, or maybe you had always been this way—you couldn’t really remember.

How did you get here again? Why were you laying on the ground? And why did your leg hurt so fucking much?

Oh, yes. Yes, yes, you remember now.

Funnily enough, it seems as though the Entity, along with certain killers, did not like it when survivors tried to enter their side of the forest! But you did it anyways, and it appeared that you had suffered the consequences. It’s not like you had put much thought into it; where was the point in that when nothing mattered anymore and you were stuck in an endless cycle of death?

You remembered entering the killer’s woods, looking around, and doing…something. What was that something? You couldn’t be sure, but then you remembered somebody coming up to you and probably definitely hurting you. Yep, your leg definitely was in a lot of pain. You couldn’t even look at it. Did you pass out for a while? Maybe. How long were you out for?

You lay still there for a while, thinking. Man, it really hurt, and boy, were you miserable. Maybe more miserable than you’d ever felt here. The Entity normally healed wounds immediately, but perhaps you had just angered it so much you deserved to suffer.

Oh, dear! You seemed to be passing out at this time. Yes, that was almost certainly what was happening. Black spots danced across your eyes as your body began to feel distant and numb, but you didn’t feel very worried about it. In fact, you felt like making jokes right now, but you had nobody to make jokes to and you probably couldn’t even speak.

Just as you began to accept it, there was a strange thumping sensation vibrating through the ground growing closer…and closer…

Footsteps! That’s good!

Oh. Not if it’s a killer. That’s not good, probably.

But you had no way of protesting when you felt yourself being picked up, because those black spots in your eyes were dancing a lot faster now, perhaps something akin to an Irish jig, and you also couldn’t feel your limbs.

Then you were fast asleep again, dreaming of Irish dancers who were actually big fluffy cloud people wearing leprechaun clothes. Nobody but you would ever know this, and it was going to stay that way.

On the bright side, it made it a lot easier for your rescuer to carry you to safety like this.

~~

When you awoke once more, you were horrified to find yourself in the Ormond lodge of all places. You knew immediately what had happened and were determined to escape as soon as possible.

Your injured leg proved to be a huge problem, however, and you collapsed the second you attempted to find freedom. Trying again, you collapsed once more, and probably maimed yourself further in the process.

Hearing the commotion from the second floor, your least favorite member of The Legion descended down from the main stairs, refusing to look directly at you even as he scooped you up and plunked you (gently) back onto the couch, which was rather comfortable (not that you would ever tell him that).

So he was playing it cool, huh?

Okay. You could play it cool, too. You were cool. Smooth as butter.

No. You really couldn’t be cool in a situation like this, and plus, your mind was still a little woohoo since whatever accident had occurred. Suddenly you blurted out, “Frank, I hate your guts.”

And he had the audacity to laugh. He laughed at you! He did the man chuckle thing, as if what you were saying was funny. No! You were completely serious! You did hate his guts!

Perhaps your face showed how upset you were, because he started to apologize (still laughing).

“Maybe you should go back to sleep,” Frank said after calming down a bit.

No. You couldn’t go back to sleep. You did not want to experience dancing cloud people dressed as leprechauns ever again in your life, for the rest of eternity. Never again.

So you shook your head violently, refusing to give an explanation, which just provoked Frank to anger all of a sudden. If you went back to sleep, he could have some alone time while the rest of The Legion was gone. He kept pushing, and you kept resisting, and he pushed and you resisted, until finally he gave up and let you off with a warning. If you made him mad again, he was throwing you out in the snow.

Fine with me, you said. Okay, I’ll do it right now, he said. No balls, you said.

So then Frank casually went to scoop you up in his arms again, and you started to freak out and beat your hands against his chest until he put you back down. He was was awfully mindful of your hurt leg for someone who was about to throw you into the snow.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—please don’t throw me out,” you fussed. You thought he wouldn’t actually do it. You didn’t know it, but you were right—he was just messing with you because it was funny seeing you scared.

After a bit more griping back and forth, Frank began to grow concerned about your leg. He didn’t know how to bring up the topic because things were so odd between the two of you; this was your first interaction since the brief encounter in the shack. But he swallowed his pride, because the wound seemed to be getting worse by the minute.

“Hey, do you want me to, uhh…get some supplies?” Frank asked awkwardly. When you didn’t understand, he continued, “Your leg? It looks like it hurts…I could fix it if you want.”

You barked out a laugh at his words, unbelieving of this shift in attitude. “Rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me three days ago,” you snickered, genuinely finding it amusing.

Frank took offense. He was trying to be nice for once, and you thought it was funny. And his situation really was complex, whether you chose to believe it or not. Maybe he should just tell you to get it off of his chest.

“Listen,” he said, voice laced with seriousness. “When I told you things were complicated, I meant it.”

Sensing the mood change from his tone and body language, you stopped smiling and decided to pay attention to him. Just this once. Never again. After this you could go back to hating him.

Frank continued. “The Entity was going to start…well, hurting me, if I didn’t start doing better in trials. I really didn’t want to sacrifice you, which is embarrassing to admit, but I’ll say it. And I don’t think it liked that.”

You were surprised. And also relieved that you had been right all along—he had been going easy on you at first.

“Why me, though?” you asked, confused. “Why wouldn’t you want to sacrifice me? What about the other survivors?”

If the slight tilt of his head at your question didn’t answer it for you, the way he started tapping his feet and cracking his knuckles so nervously did.

Boy, if looks could kill, you would have died instantly at the scowl Frank sent your way; you grinned pridefully at the realization that this man was down bad. You couldn’t see the expression behind his mask, though, which Frank was thankful for.

He hated every second of this, but you loved it. You reveled in his embarrassment.

Leaning forward on your hands, you begged, “Tell me more! I want to hear all about your feelings for me.”

“I could stab you right now, you know that?”

“But you won’t. You liiiiike me!”

“What are you, eight years old?”

“No, but I am severely injured and have lost a lot of blood so I am not necessarily in the right headspace at the moment.”

“You make a fair point.”

“So tell me! What’s your favorite thing about me?”

“Your ass.”

“No, really.”

“Okay, your ass and your hair.”

“You know what, Frank, I still hate your guts.”

“No, you don’t.”

You paused for a moment. It was probably the blood loss talking, you decided later, but you said, “No. Maybe I don’t.”

[typicalmidnightsoul]

Hell no.

if you’re a Morrigan stan. Scroll.  If you’re a Nesta stan. Read on.

A mini fic by moi.

(This is a spontaneous fic I just thought of writing so forgive the mistakes.)

VALKYRIE TRIO VS MORRIGAN SHOWDOWN LETS GO

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Mor was sauntering with false confidence up to her table. Mor had been flirting with her for a week. Well she did have this overbearing suspicion that she was just being nice. But after talking to Feyre she knew that this girl liked her back. But this girl’s friendship group was... intimidating to say the least. 

She liked Gwyn for sure but her other best friend: Ice queen Nesta Archeron who had the AUDACITY to disregard Cassian when he asked her out repeatedly was insane. She was horrible to Feyre and Mor never liked her. She was sure she could convince her crush that Nesta was not a person worth investing in when they started dating.

Was she scared of rejection? about 0.1%. 

She was one of the first desirables, blonde bombshell who was very picky. She was sure if she made sure everyone knew that there was only one person in this school she wanted Emerie would be flattered by he proposal and instantly say yes and they’d be the next prom queens.

As she neared their table she let out a sigh. Emerie. She was sitting on Helion’s bar with Nesta next to her and Gwyn on the bar stool in front of them. Lucien, Eris and Balthazar were around them, almost like guards. 

Nesta narrowed her eyes as she noticed Morrigan walking towards them and took another sip of whatever mocktail was in her cup. She said something to Gwyn which made Gwyn turn around. Gwyn gave Mor an awkward and small smile before turning around at Nesta, cringing. Emerie was deep in conversation with Thesan about something. 

As Morrigan neared them she heard Nesta audibly say, “Uh oh.”

Emerie turned at that and looked at Mor. Mor could tell she was already a bit tipsy. Emerie gave her a tight lipped smile, 

“Can I help you?” 

Mor nodded and took one of Emerie’s hands. “Yeah.” She dropped her hand then clapped catching everyone’s attention.

“Everyone, I have something I would like to ask this beautiful woman over here.”

Nesta gave Emerie a side glance, “Em?”

Emerie furrowed her brows, “Are you drunk?”

Mor ignored her, “Emerie I like you like a lot. I can’t say much without telling everyone what a hopeless romantic I am but Emerie... would you please do me the honour of dating me?”

Everyone at the party was waiting on Emerie’s answer.

Gwyn looked at Morrigan slowly and then turned to Nes mouthing

Since when?

The silence dragged on and for the first time Mor felt a sinking feeling in her stomach,

Emerie finally opened her mouth and laughed.

“Hell no.”

Gwyn audibly gasped and a hand flew to Nesta’s mouth. The crowd watching also gasped, a few particularly drunk ones going, “Oooohh” 

Emerie hopped off the bar table holding up her hands,

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re cute and stuff but I’ve just never seen you that way. Plus you were horrible to my best friend freshman year and why would I do Nesta like that?”

Tears started falling down Mor’s eyes, “Emerie you can’t just embarrass me like this, I thought we had something-”

Gwyn raised her hand, “Sorry can I cut in? Uhh you kind of brought this on yourself, you really should’ve asked her in private. But you asked her in public basically forcing her to say yes. Or you were too overconfident.”

“But I was sure she liked me-”

Nesta scoffed, “You and your friends really can’t take a hint can you. Emerie doesn’t wanna date you. Get over yourself.”

Mor glared at her, “Don’t talk to me like that, what would you know? All you know is how to use people.”

Emerie laughed, “That is rich coming from you. Why do you lead on Cassian and Azriel again? Why did you tell Nesta to stay away from Cassian? No answer. Pity.”

Mor just stood there shocked, she could make out that some people were recording and saw Feyre push her way through the crowd as Nesta said,

“Because she’s a hypocrite.”

Mor snarled, “Shut up you snake!”

Nesta pointed her finger at her, eyes filled with rage, “You’re the fucking snake bitch.”

Eris held Nesta onto the bar not allowing her to get into a fight.

Emerie just sighed, “1 don't talk to Nesta like that 2 Get out of my face.” She turned around to the crowd. “Ok everyone you can mind your fucking business now.” And walked over back to her seat on the bar table.

Feyre came up to Mor slowly walking her away, “Come on Mor.”

As they were leaving Mor heard Eris whistle, “Damn Emerie.”

And Emerie answer, “I'm not tryna be a rebound.”

She wanted to turn back and tell Emerie she’s not but Feyre suddenly stopped. Mor looked at Feyre and then at where Feyre was staring. Cassian. And judging by the look on his face he had heard everything.

“You said that?” He asked slowly.

Mor shook her head, “Cassian I was trying to think about what was best for you-”

“YOU ARE NO ONE TO DO THAT FOR ME.” He pinched the bridge of his nose before looking back at her, “You are dead to me.”

She tried to reach for his arm again but his eyes were filled with tears as he pushed her away and walked to... Nesta.

Mor turned. She saw him walk up and Nesta give him venomous glares until he came closer and she registered his face. Nesta was off the bar table, ignoring Eris’ questioning looks, in a second, nodding her head towards the door that led outside.

Mor watched as he followed. Wondering if she just lost the love of her life and her best friend in one night.

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[toloveawarlord]

Ch. 1

Nyoko Kokonoi: The 15 year old daughter of Hajime Kokonoi has a luxurious life, having never wanted for anything in her whole life. She seeks to be recognized by her father, and in doing so, becomes more involved in Bonten’s dark world.

 Warnings for Series: Drug use, Semi-Dark content, Guns, Gang related activities, murder, general warning for Bonten being Bonten.

There will be no explicit sexual content. Nyoko is a minor and although she has a crush on Rindou Haitani, there will be no smut in this series.

A/N: Releasing my first Tokyo Revengers OC fic. Nyoko is a baby bean but also very much her father’s daughter.

It wasn’t easy being pretty and rich. People either wanted to be her or be near her. Friends meant very little. Plenty of her classmates flaunted that they were “friends” with her, even if they were too scared to speak a single word to her. Nyoko didn’t find it flattering.

“Oi! Kokonoi!”

Her features flashed a disgusted expression before a perfectly poised smile graced her glossed lips before she turned to face the boy. “Are you lost, Himekawa? The discount stores are on that side of town.” She pointed a perfectly manicured finger in the direction behind them.

He happened to be the worst little worm in her life.

“It’s always a pleasure to see you, too.” As if they weren’t in the same class. As if he weren’t the sleaziest creepy, always staring at her chest, like he was now. Himekawa chuckled, stepping closer to her. “How about we stop playing this little game, yeah?”

Huh?

Was he actually this stupid?

He plucked up a strand of her raven hair, sniffing it like a drug addict. “Mango. So sweet, just like you.” He paused but grinned at her silence. The boy was stupid enough to believe he had a chance with her. “How about you agree to be my girl, and I’ll treat you well.”

“Oh, I doubt you could afford me.”

Nyoko knew he couldn’t. She’d admit that she was lavishly spoiled, but no amount of wealth could make her spend a single second alone with an obnoxious, vile snake.

“How about-”

That negotiation phrase irritated her. Nyoko wrapped her fingers around his tie, jerking him down awkwardly, so his face was below hers. “How about I have my daddy buy your father’s trashy company and make your family our bitch?” Venom dripped from her tongue. If he had a single working brain cell, he’d retreat. Forever.

His entourage whistled and cackled, enjoying the show. It only made Himekawa all the bolder. The boy had absolutely no shame. He fell to one knee, wrapping his hands over hers. “Whatever it takes to get into your bedroom, beautiful.”

She can’t have Sanzu kill him. She can’t.

Although, Nyoko was confident that he’d willingly do it. He had a soft spot for her, they all did.

Himekawa, on the other hand, had made a miscalculation.

And Nyoko couldn’t really be blamed for the reaction.

His grimy fingers touched her bare thigh, as if he had the audacity to slide his hand under her skirt and attempt to feel her up. Nyoko didn’t like physical altercations, but she was raised by the men of Bonten, so she wasn’t a helpless little lamb.

She gripped his head, fingers entangling in his greasy hair to hold him still. The girl landed a quick hit. Her knee collided with his nose, crunching. “Don’t ever put your hands on me again.” 

Nyoko left him bleeding on the ground, clutching his nose. His so-called friends were laughing at him. By the time she reached the hotel, the anger radiating off her had subsided. He wasn’t worth her time. She was above him in every conceivable way.

It wasn’t unusual to see the Bonten Executives gathered in the penthouse living room. For whatever reason, this was their favorite daytime hangout spot to drink and relax. Although, the view from the top was breathtaking.

“Hey, there she is! We’re proud of you, princess.” Ran lifted his glass of scotch with a grin. His toast was followed by cheers from the others around him.

But Nyoko wasn’t aware of anything that she’d done that would be worth their praise. Setting down her school bag by the staircase to the second floor, she cautiously approached the gang, aware of her father being the only one not in high spirits at her arrival. “What did I do?”

"I don't think you can continue to play the innocent princess, anymore. You definitely broke his nose,” Rin replied, lighting a cigarette. He'd been impressed with how well she executed the more. When his brother told her how to do it, it was mostly as a joke.

There was absolutely no way.

They couldn't possibly be that connected.

Nyoko was absolutely dumbfounded, until Sanzu jumped over the couch, phone in hand. He slung his arm around her shoulder. In total silence, the girl watched a video of herself nailing Himekawa in the face. "Oh." It seemed one of his friends had filmed the end of their ordeal and plastered it online to poke fun at him.

“Nyoko,” Her father called, looking none too happy with the events. It was unclear at the time what it was that upset him. But he wouldn’t be asking any questions in front of an audience. She was his daughter, and he hardly wanted input from the others on how to deal with this.

The girl tried to lay low, even though she was the most popular girl at school. Bringing unwanted attention to her family was not acceptable. That had been a lesson ingrained into her from childhood. That video would gain a lot of attention quickly.

Koko closed the door to the office in silence. He knew she was already aware of how this reflected, and honestly, he wasn’t that angry about it. He’d watched the video multiple times, and she’d been protecting herself. He couldn’t be prouder of her for that.

And how she sat on the couch with that pitiful expression. It tugged at his heartstrings.

“How long has this been going on?” He had to be strong. The way her cute face turned to surprise at his questions was nearly too much. Koko cared for two things in this world. Money, and more importantly, his daughter.

“A few months.” A bit of an understatement. Himekawa had begun hitting on her the previous year, but he only recently grew the balls to ask her out with stuttering. A few months was when he became bold and bothered her relentlessly to date him. Nyoko could gather what the question was really about. “I can handle it.”

Where were the days when she’d come running to him for help with those big crimson eyes?

But she had grown up. And Koko had to accept that, for the most part. He reigned in his desire to fix this himself. “If you decide that you can’t, you’ll tell me.” But interfering and keeping an eye on the situation weren’t the same thing. This boy, whoever he was, would be investigated.

His response wasn’t what she’d been expecting. “Yeah, I will.” Her mood had lifted, excited that she’d gained his trust to do this on her own. Nyoko didn’t want to be reliant on him for everything. If this small issue couldn’t be resolved on her own, how could she ever ask for more responsibility? “I promise I can deal with this. Thanks, daddy.”

Hoping up from the couch, she rose up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. Excitement ran through her veins. Her first time to show her father, and the others, that she wasn't a scared little girl. Nyoko wanted to be grown up, to be like her dad.

Himekawa was a gnat. She could surely get rid of one little nasty bug.

But it turned out that this gnat was going to be quite so easy to smash.

[let-them-read-fics]

Worth It

Requested By: You guys!

Pairing: Lisa x Fem!5thMember!Reader

Word Count: ~ 3,543

Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff, Suggestive Themes

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! A bunch of you guys have been requesting a continuation to the previous Lisa fic I did, so I thought I'd provide for you 😌 I really hope you all enjoy this little addition ♡ Happy Reading ♡

Previous: Dancing In The Dark

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You should've known. It was all too good to be true -- too close to being a fairytale as it teetered on the edge of perfection, just waiting to fall off that mythic pedestal. 

Lisa's eyes meet yours the moment you walk through the front door, opening widely as she scrambles to collect herself -- she clearly hadn't expected to be caught. 

"Seriously, Lisa? Wow." Part of you is shocked, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't see this coming. The bags in your hands hang heavily, weighed down by everything YG sent home with you for review, and their plastic straps uncomfortably dig into your palms now. You don't put them down, though; they serve as a good distraction for what you're witnessing. 

"Y/N-- I can explain, I promise!" Lisa walks around the counter and tries to reach for you, but you're quick to step away before she can. 

"Don't," you say, glancing down at her outstretched hand. She gets the memo, giving a subtle nod as she obediently puts it back at her side to appease you. 

"I can't believe you."

"Baby I'll go pick up some more, any kind you want!" Her eyes are pleading now, scanning between yours with purpose as her brows furrow more and more. She's desperate to make it up to you. 

Her bargaining piques your interest, but you don't show it. She's not getting off the hook that easily. "How could you eat the last one?" Disappointed, you give her a hurt look. "You know I've been craving them and you still ate it! I didn't even get one!" 

"I'm sorry! I didn't realize that this was the only box of them we had." 

Your favorite donuts, all gone. And when you're on your period, no less. The audacity that your girlfriend possesses really blows you away sometimes. 

The pout on your face eventually fades a bit as you see the sincerity in her eyes, and with a small huff, you crack a smile. After stepping around her to place your bags on the counter, you turn around and wiggle a finger at her. "We're getting 2 boxes, and you're paying." 

"Of course, babe. You can get as many toppings as you want, too." She adds, her smile widening obnoxiously as she wraps her arms around you. 

"You're lucky you're cute, jerk." Your arms loop around her neck as she pulls you in, rubbing your back to soothe you. Despite joking around, she really does feel guilty -- she knows how bad your periods can get, and those sweet treats always seem to make things at least a little better. 

"Come on, let's go get them." She whispers against your temple.

You raise your head to look at her, eyes wide in shock. "Right now? I thought you meant we'd go tomorrow… it's getting late, Lis."

"Why would I miss out on an opportunity for a late night drive with my girl? Besides, it's still open for…" she glances at her watch before looking back into your eyes, "...2 more hours. I think that should be enough time for you to choose." She teases, narrowing her eyes at you playfully. You can be pretty indecisive at times, but a lot of that uncertainty seems to fade for you when you're hungry enough. 

"They have so many good options, though. You might have to help me pick." 

"Okay, but do me a favor? Remember this moment when you want to yell at me again for not getting enough of your favorite kind." She cracks up when she sees you hide your face behind your hands, laughing at yourself. 

"I do get pretty cranky sometimes, don't I?" You tilt your head to the side, looking at her with a soft smile.

"That's an understatement, but I'll let it slide. You're adorable." 

She plants a sweet kiss to your cheek before grabbing your hand and leading you out to the car. 

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Where you go I follow

No matter how far

If life is a movie

Oh you're the best part, oh oh oh

You're the best part, oh oh oh

Best part

The windows of Lisa's car are rolled down, allowing the warm evening air of Seoul to flow in and gently ghost over your skin. Vibrant city lights pass by leisurely, blending together in the distance to create a breathtaking skyline, and Lisa has no desire to rush anything. She keeps the car at a cruising speed, enabling you to relax and enjoy the smooth ride. Her thumb strokes over your knuckles as she sings along with the song, both of you knowing who she's aiming the words at. Occasionally she brings your hand to her lips, laying soft kisses to your skin. 

The heat radiating from your seat warmer fends off any possibility of a cramp, further putting you at ease. Today was a long day of rehearsal and interviews, only broken up by meetings that you didn't particularly enjoy sitting through. It drug on mercilessly, paying no mind to how exhausted you were or how eager you were to be home. Every time you'd sneak a glance at the clock, nodding along to whatever your manager was saying without actually listening, you'd find the time creeping by, the minute hand barely further than what it had been during your last check. It was boring and monotonous, but now you're here with Lisa and you couldn't be happier. 

The open sunroof allows for you to peek up at the stars, seeing them twinkle brightly for you, as if to say hello again. The sky surrounding them is rich; its velvety darkness serves as the perfect backdrop for them, making their colors pop in all the right ways. It's a gorgeous sight, and although you hate to admit it, maybe you're not too incredibly angry at Lisa for eating your donuts after all. 

"We missed you back at the dorm today," she says with a soft smile, her eyes still trained on the road as she lazily rubs her cheek against your intertwined hands. 

"Yeah?" You ask, turning your attention to her. "I missed you guys, too. I couldn't wait to get out of there; Jiyoung barely gave us a break, and we were practically buried in all the paperwork we had to go through. I've never signed so many things in my life." A grimace tugs at your features at the lame memory, and Lisa sports a very similar expression. 

"I'm so glad I'm not you," she says with an amused smile now, chuckling when you flick her. "We're so proud of you though, baby, and all of this work will be worth it. Your solo is gonna blow everyone away." The fleeting look she throws over her shoulder to you makes your heart swell with pride, and you're reminded of how far the two of you have come. 

Through trials and tribulations, hidden feelings and repressed desires, the two of you eventually found your way to each other in the end. You'll never forget the day that she asked you to be hers:

"Lisa, we can't get another cat right now! You know I love them just as much as you, but we don't have room." You try to reason, running a brush through your hair as you continue getting ready. 

"You're no fun," she groans, throwing herself back onto the bed like a frustrated toddler. In a perfect world, she'd have a house filled to the brim with little kitties scurrying around, rolling and playing with each other -- she doesn't understand why some people try to put a limit on how many she can have.

"Stop complaining or we'll be late," you warn, giving yourself a final once-over in the mirror before walking over to the bed. You stand between her parted legs, gazing down at her until she realizes you're there and opens her eyes to look at you.

For a moment, she doesn't say anything; she just takes in the sight of you before shaking her head. She's smiling like a giddy teenager, and you can't help but question her with a breathy laugh. 

"I'm so in love with you." 

She's implied that before -- her words usually accompanied by nervous fidgeting and an avoidance of eye contact -- but something about this time is different. Her gaze holds a softness that you've never quite seen from her, an added layer of tenderness and care behind her words. 

She's not afraid anymore, and, truthfully, neither are you. 

You've turned her into a more gentle person - one that thinks before she speaks and doesn't act so impulsively anymore - and a sense of accomplishment settles within your heart. It's not that you wanted to change her -- she just naturally adopted some of your mannerisms, shifting into a better version of herself. 

"I've never loved anybody like I love you, Lisa." You confess, a look of pure adoration on your face as you realize how true your own words are. She's evolved into a better person to be with you, knowing that she couldn't function as her old self any longer, and that alone makes her different from all the rest. 

You see her release a little nervous breath as she moves to sit further back on the bed, coaxing you into her lap. You have a sneaking suspicion of what's coming, but you bite back the smile that threatens to break out on your face and allow her to speak next.

"Well, then, I think it's only natural that I ask that question." She starts, referencing back to the night that you all made up. You're glad you didn't jump into anything then, when you were high on your emotions -- both of you needed time to grow individually first, but now the stars are finally aligned. You know the time is right now, and you're ready to be together.

"Go ahead," you nod with a smile, playing with the baby hairs on the nape of her neck as your arms rest against her shoulders. 

Part of you wants to mess with her and say no, but all of that goes out the window once she asks the words she's been dying to. 

"Jagi, will you be my girlfriend?" 

"I'd love to, Lili." 

Smiling like an idiot, she wraps her arms around you and lays back, falling onto the cushions with a soft bounce as she pulls you in for a kiss. She peppers your face with hundreds of tiny pecks, giggling when you squirm and squeal at her ministrations. 

You pull away slightly, just enough to look into her eyes, and you grin. "Should we just cancel the reservation? I don't think we'll make it on time and I'm too happy right now to even leave." 

She agrees, deciding that eating takeout on the couch while Netflix plays in the background is a much more tempting offer, and reaches for the phone in your back pocket. 

She lets her hands wander, knowing exactly what she's doing to you, but you allow her to have her fun -- a fitting revenge plan is already being formulated in your mind anyway. 

The fingers of her unoccupied hand flirt with the hem of your shirt, sneaking up under the material to caress your side as she waits for her call to be answered. You brush the back of your hand over her cheek lovingly, reveling at how smooth her skin is. 

"Gorgeous," you whisper, tilting your head down to kiss along her jawline. She sighs as you continue, lulling back into that blissful state of happiness she enters anytime your lips are on her. 

Suddenly, the line picks up and a familiar greeting can be heard. "Hello, how may I help you?" A surprisingly pleasant voice asks, the smile evident in how her words come out. 

"Hi, I'm calling to cancel a reserva-- oh," Lisa starts off strong, only to get blindsided halfway through when she feels your lips against her neck. They tease the tender skin just the way she likes, strategically parted by your tongue every now and then to lick a heated path to your next target area. 

She has to pull the phone away from her mouth when you snake a hand down her body, allowing it to travel to all the places she wants you most. 

"Ma'am?" The hostess asks when the line remains silent, Lisa too busy moving her head to the side to give you more access to respond to her. 

"S-sorry about that," she lightly smacks the back of your head as punishment, but soon groans again when you nip at her pulse point. "Manoban. I need to cancel my reservation." 

The woman begins typing away at her keyboard, searching the list for Lisa's name. Your girlfriend's legs wrap around your waist, and she grinds her hips against you with a smirk on her lips. The little tease is loving this. 

You move away from her neck now, satisfied with the marks you left behind as you follow the path that your hand previously made. You leave no area unattended as you methodically work your way down, making it a point to give attention to all of her most sensitive spots in order to get a rise out of her.

You do, of course, in the form of quiet expletives and breathy mewls of your name in between the small talk she's having with the hostess. 

When you sit back on your knees, momentarily stilling your movements, Lisa's eyes flutter down to where your hands rest: right at the front of her jeans. She gulps at the mischievous look in your eye, but bites her lip nonetheless. 

"--Yes, okay Ms. Manoban, I see your reservation for 9PM? Is that correct?" 

You undo the first button.

"Yes, that's correct." 

You tease her, running your fingers along the material before popping the next one open. Her hips involuntarily buck up towards your hand when you brush it against her center, bringing a shade of blush to her cheeks. 

"And to ensure that we're meeting the needs of all of our customers, may I ask your reason for canceling?" 

You flick the last one open, glad that she's only wearing a semi-high waisted pair of pants -- that little game was fun, but her hushed moans have gotten you riled up. She covers her mouth, sinking her teeth into her palm to silence herself when you pull her pants past her hips and lay needy kisses to her upper thighs.

"Something just… came up. No fault on your part," she rushes out, wishing she could just hang up now and not care enough to be polite. 

Her eyes lock with yours when you push her shirt farther up, kissing across her toned stomach as you tug on the waistband of her lingerie. Its maroon lace is paired with accents of deep purple, contrasting with her skin gorgeously as jagged breaths ripple through her. You admire the bruising patches your lips have left behind that paint her stomach, splashes of darkness to accompany the material that leaves little to the imagination. 

"Ah, I see. Well we hope you'll come back and see us." 

Just as Lisa is about to say a hurried goodbye and hang up, the hostess asks, "Speaking of, would you like to book another now?" 

Lisa's head digs into the comforter, her eyes tightly closed in frustration… for multiple reasons. She tangles her fingers in your hair, her silent way of pleading for you to continue, and she does her best to sound stable as she responds.

"No, no. Thank you, though. Goodbye." The very second that she registers a parting word from the other end, she quickly hangs up and tosses the phone to another part of the bed. 

"That was cruel," she breathes out, though both of you know she isn't upset in the slightest. 

"You loved it," you say, self-assured as you smile against her hip bone. A slight tremble runs through her body, and it works to boost your confidence tenfold. 

"You drive me crazy, Y/N."

You're pulled from your pleasant reverie by the feeling of Lisa nudging your thigh with her hand. You hadn't even realized you closed your eyes. 

"We're here, my love." She says, unbuckling herself. You let out a tired yawn before doing the same, and you thank her when she comes around to open your door for you. You settle against her side, and soon enough the two of you are filtering into the cozy little shop.

Rows of treats greet you, all tucked behind crystal clear walls of glass for protection from any stray kids that may try to snatch one of them when no one's looking. A shorter container sits beside the standing racks, stretching out to reveal an impressive array of ice cream and sorbet flavors. You wander around, studying the different options as if you don't already know them all by heart after being such a frequent customer for so long. 

"I'm debating on getting some ice cream, too. What do you think?" You ask Lisa, only to hear her let out an earth-shattering squeal in response. 

She clears her throat, amusingly composing herself, and acts like the inner 5 year old in her didn't just pop out. "We can get the Super-Ultra-Mega-Shareable Waffle Cone, if you want." 

"Sounds like a plan, babe." You laugh, seeing how ready she is to absolutely demolish some ice cream. You'll be lucky to even get a few bites in, you realize, though seeing her this happy is far more important. 

You spend the next few minutes deliberating with her like you're judges on some Food Network show, deciding on the perfect order as you rack the price up with every gourmet topping you add. Eventually satisfied with your choices, Lisa kisses your cheek and sends you off to find a seat while she pays. Upon scanning the entirety of the dining area, you spot a corner booth that's tucked away from the busy center of the store, and you smile at how intimate it is. It's perfect, and you begin making your way over to it. 

She follows behind you shortly after, shoving the change she just received down into her pocket. The large cone rests in her other hand, and she swipes her tongue along the top of it, gathering up a generous amount of whipped cream as she slides into the seat across from you.

You swear you can hear angels singing as you open one of the boxes, seeing the beautiful spread of yummy treats lined up together in neat little rows. Their delicious aromas waft up, making your mouth water in anticipation. So, deciding not to waste anymore time, you reach for the one that you've been dying to sink your teeth into all day and take your first, glorious bite.

It's made just the way you like it, with the perfect dough-to-glaze-to-topping ratio imaginable. The memory of Lisa specially requesting them to be made fresh warms your heart, and you open your eyes to look at her. 

"Oh mah gahd--" you say around your mouthful of food, attempting to not choke and die when you see how crazy she looks. Ice cream is already messily smeared across her face, reaching just about everywhere -- her cheeks, nose, mouth -- you name it; and her hair is haphazardly pulled back in a messy bun. 

Halfway through crunching on the tasty cone again, she looks up at you. "What?" She asks, sounding as if she genuinely has no clue as to the state she's in. You motion to her face, prompting her to grab her phone and look at her own reflection. Rather than getting embarrassed, she lets out a loud cackle, successfully throwing the two of you into a laughing fit. 

It's the good kind -- slapping the table, making no noise as you egg each other on, filling the shop with those joyous sounds -- kind of thing; and seeing her so carefree is priceless. Any trace of stress that stuck around from the long day you had quickly disappears completely, no longer deserving of the room it was taking up in your brain. This moment with her is perfect, and you're so glad to be sharing it. 

After things die down a bit, the two of you lean back in your chairs, tightly clutching your aching stomachs. Your cheeks hurt, too, but it's the kind of pain you're more than happy to welcome with open arms. 

Lisa reaches for your hand across the table as she looks at you with that special twinkle in her eye, her smile looking particularly swoon worthy. "I'm really happy I ate those donuts earlier." She's teasing, but it's the truth -- this night is a memory she'll keep forever, added to the list of things she never wants to forget. 

"Me too." You squeeze her hand and pull her in, grinning at the taste of ice cream on her lips. The next part (which you knew was coming) still makes you squeal: she nuzzles her face against yours, spreading the sticky sweetness all over you as well. 

"There. Now we're matching." She kisses you again, leaving you to attempt to hide the unwanted smile that parts your lips. 

[lilacmeadows]

Made For You pt. 2

Omg you guys thank you so much for all the support! Part 1 was my first fic and you guys were so sweet. I had to get started on part 2 right away. If you want to be on my taglist, just let me know! This is just leading up to the next few chapters that’s just gonna be FILTHY. I needed a bit of backstory to be satisfied, but now that the boring part is out of the way, I’m gonna go research other names for genitals. Hope you enjoy! -Savvy

BUCKY X READER

Summary: Hydra had just finished training you to be the Winter Soldier’s perfect mate when the Avengers saved him. But what’s going to happen to you now that Hydra has deleted your old life and left you with nothing but a soldier that needs to learn to love himself before he can love someone else.

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WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, explicit language, underage reader (nothing sexual happens underage), stockholm syndrome, mentions of family death, eventual dom/sub dynamics, mentions of captivity and kidnapping. violence- guns, mutual pining, eventual smut, fluff, angst if you squint (must be 18+)

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“Make the Soldat happy. He is my mission.” 

When she was first taken, of course she was scared. She didn’t know why, where she was going, if she’d be rescued. It was a painful adjustment, and some days it was as if the tears would never stop. It’s not like she was worth anything to anyone who mattered, her family wasn’t rich. Just her mom and brother. They lived a happy and normal life. 

She’d guess it didn’t really matter. At the age of 10, y/n was old enough to understand basic concepts, carry a conversation with adults, and she had strict teachers in school, so she knew how to behave. 

What she didn’t know was how to be a wife. Or a ‘life-partner’. None of the Men would ever call her a future ‘wife’. She was training to be a mate. Someone the Soldat could own and connect with so he didn’t fly off the rails if things got out of control. If he got out of their control. Every morning, a watcher would wake her up at 8AM so she could stretch, eat, and meditate. By 10AM, her first trainer of the day would come in and teach her the schooling she was missing. Just basic math and reading, a little German, and a little Russian. Not enough for her to eavesdrop on their plans, but enough to understand her Soldat if he didn’t feel like speaking English. 

At 1PM, another trainer would come and bring her to the small kitchenette down the hall. They had no intention of domesticating the ‘couple’, but she was learning to be a woman- of course the Men would have her start in the kitchen. She would learn very simple meals that could feed a fully grown man, and usually had something light for lunch herself. The men brought her the other 2 meals a day. At 3PM she would have lessons on ‘Womanhood’. At least that’s what she called it. A trainer would come in and teach her a never-ending list of rules that she had to follow in order to be a ‘lady’. It reminded her of an old Barbie movie she would watch when she was little. There was a song called ‘To Be a Princess’, where a poor girl learned how to act proper. Once she started seeing herself as that princess, the days got a little easier. Some days, they would go over how to sit and lie down like a lady. Others, they would walk laps around the halls open to her, reviewing how to walk on the balls of her feet. She learned to talk in short sentences with excellent manners, and how to brush her hair, so she could look more presentable for her Soldat. 

Over the years of compliance, the trainers softened on her just as the watchers had. Of course, they were still horrible people, but they knew she was a kind girl at heart and wouldn’t cause trouble. Some days, she would be made to sit perfectly still with a stack of books on her head, while her trainer would tell her something silly happening outside the walls of the building that became her home. She learned little bits of information about their lives, music, art. But never anything political or having to do with who the Men even worked for. That was strictly forbidden. They would let her color in her free time. Sometimes a watcher would bring a book from his home for her to read, and when she was old enough, she was given a few colors of yarn and started knitting sweaters and scarves on plastic needles. She didn’t have a clock, but she would learn by the rotating shifts of her watchers what time of day it was.

There were children whose lives sucked more than hers. And for that, she was grateful.

When she got older (let’s say 18), the training started to change. She never knew what day it was, or even what year. She had stopped keeping track so long ago, but the changes were made gradually. She would be made to read books on intimacy, and then watch videos of men brutally ravishing ladies about her size. She had to learn what to do to please her Soldat, without being taught physically. This made her happy. The thought of any of the watchers or trainers doing that to her made her sick. And everyone thought it was in her best interest to be completely innocent to the touch of a man when she has her first encounter with the Soldat.

Which turned out exactly as planned. But on the day Steve and Sam plucked her out of her bedroom, she was not expecting the Soldat to be sitting right in front of her. In all his glory.

The quinjet was eerily silent for all of seven seconds before Clint had the audacity to continue the conversation he started.

“You make the soldier happy?” was the best the shocked man could come up with.

“I haven’t met him yet, but I’m ready. They made me ready for him.” y/n said with bright, hopeful eyes. Her words flowed so easily, they sounded rehearsed.

“Do we tell her?” Tony asked Steve, who was getting greener by the second. He couldn’t believe he just got his best friend back, not two weeks ago, and now he has to worry about a girl who’s obsessed with said best friend.

“I don’t think we really have a choice.” Steve replied, taking a deep breath. The whole quinjet looked like they were holding their breath. y/n still didn’t know the names of the three men on the opposite side of the quinjet. Two of them standing together, pausing their conversation, and the brooding man, who everyone keeps looking at.

“y/n, meet Bucky.” Steve said, pointing at the man across from her. But ‘Bucky’ went completely over her head- the name being unfamiliar to her.

“Hello, sir. Pleased to meet you.” She said, offering a genuine smile, but clearly not picking up what Steve was putting down. Clint chimed in again, wanting to be out of his confused misery.

“Wait a second. Y/n. You mean the soldier, as in the Winter Soldier?” Y/n immediately nodded at hearing that name. She knew her Soldat went by that name. “As in that guy right there?” 

Her eyes went wide at the realization. He was sitting right in front of her. Staring at her since the minute she stepped onto the plane. And he was gorgeous. Long hair, thick thighs, piercing blue eyes, and a jaw that could probably cut glass. But he looked upset. Pissed really, and that scared her. She had one job: Make the Soldat happy. And there she was, barely presentable. She hadn’t even addressed him properly, how she was taught. With all the eyes on her, she felt a blush rush through her whole body at the embarrassing thought. But she had to. He wouldn’t like her if she didn’t follow the rules she grew up with.

Y/n daintily stood up and walked until she was right in front of Bucky. He held her eye contact the entire way, still not having said one word during this whole exchange. She gently knelt down until she was on her knees in front of him. 

“I hope I can make you happy, my Soldat. I am a gift from the Men who take care of us, and I am entirely yours.” Bucky’s jaw twitched. He hadn’t said anything this whole time, but his mind was moving at lightning speed. He watched this gorgeous, barely dressed girl sit across from him, and was already in awe. But then that girl got on her knees and declared her loyalty to him? In front of everyone he knows? He couldn’t lie to himself, he’d never been more turned on. But everything about this was wrong. She was just a Stockholm Syndrome’d girl who wanted to follow orders. But her orders were to make him happy. He finally broke eye contact with her to see Tony’s shocked face looking over at Bruce and Thor, to make sure he’s not hallucinating this. 

“Y/n, you should stand up.” He said to her in a hushed tone. Probably harsher than he meant to. He could see her visibly take a breath at the sound of his voice, his eyes followed the gentle slope of her neck down to her breast. She dreamed for years about what his voice would sound like, and it just rolled over her. But she quickly obeyed and stood in front of his seat. He expected her to say something else, but she was silent then. Her previous outburst was one of the few exceptions to her ‘only talk when spoken to’ rule. “What do you want? Where is your family so we can take you home?” He asked her. She could feel the tears well up in her eyes. He didn’t want her was all she could assume. She was made for him, so why was he turning her away?

“I want to make you happy, sir. It’s all I want. Please let me be good for you. I promise, I’ll be so good for you.” Begging was familiar to her from her studies. She didn’t expect to be begging for her to be able to please him, but she would do whatever it took to get him to keep her.

“No. Y/n. This isn’t right. You were being kept there, whatever Hydra told you to do is over. You’re free now.” The tears flowed freely down her cheeks and it broke his heart. She tried to cover her face with her hands. He didn’t want to see her cry, nor did he want to turn her away, but he also couldn’t just let her be his sex slave. It wasn’t right. 

“Please don’t be sad. This is for the best-” He tried to reason with her, but when he took her hand off her face so she would look at him, the contact only made her sob harder. This was all she wanted. 

“Buck, I think we should just let her sit for a minute. Can you grab her some water? Tony and I will try to figure out where she was from.” Steve said to Bucky- trying to end this painful and awkward situation. Bucky stood and walked to another area of the quinjet. He was grateful to be able to use this time to think.

“Y/n, we’re gonna need your help to get you home okay. What’s your last name? How old are you?” 

“Y/L/N” And then she went quiet. It never occurred to her that she didn’t know how old she was. Of course, she remembered her birthday, but she couldn’t tell the weeks and months apart, so she hadn’t celebrated it since she turned 10 in 2006. “What year is it?”

“When did they take you?” Steve asked gently. Being a man from another time, he could remember well the day he woke up in 2011 when it was supposed to be 1944. He knew how jarring it was to discover all the time that’s been lost, and wanted to spare her that grief.

“2006. I was 10.” She looked at him, and she could tell it’s not just 2008 by the look on his face. She knew her body went through changes over her time with the Men, but between the ‘dietary supplements’ they gave her, and the fact that she wasn’t looking in a mirror- much less shopping for clothes- she didn’t realize she had fully completed puberty. 

“Y/n, it’s 2016. You’re 20 now.” And that made the tears come harder. But she wasn’t so upset about the 10 years of her life. She was mad at 20 years of her life wasted. Since Bucky didn’t want her, all of the training was for nothing. She knew living for him made her the definition of a broken person- she wasn’t dumb. The idea of her Soldat was what grounded her all that time. When she was lonely, she’d think about the man the Men always tell her about. They told her how he was their ‘greatest asset’. And she often fantasized about if he would fall in love with her. So by the time she met him, she had already been in love with him for much longer than she’d care to admit- which makes the heartbreak of rejection hurt that much more.

Unfortunately for Bucky, his heart was heavy too. He tucked away into the tiny bed area on the jet after quickly handing Steve the water to give to y/n. It was too much. Being in that room with her, she looked at him like he hung the moon. But he most certainly had not. He was a murderer. Tony’s father was a scientist during the war, and Bucky knew him pretty well through Steve. And he killed him. He had scattered memories of hurting dozens of people, so why would she be so willing to be with someone like him?

Part of him wanted it. After almost a century of not owning anything and not having a choice, he was given the opportunity to have something that belonged only to him. A gift from the men who take care of us. If it wasn’t cruel, he would have laughed in her face. Maybe she was taken care of, but he most certainly wasn’t. She was brought in young enough to still be under the impression that Hydra wasn’t evil, just strict. He imagined for a minute how things could have turned out for the two of them if he hadn’t gotten free. If Hydra really was planning on giving him a gift. He didn’t like the last gift they gave him in the shape of an arm, but y/n was perfect. She was the perfect size for him- although his broad frame could dwarf most women. And her smile pulled at his heart.

He wanted to kiss her the minute he saw her. He knew he wanted to make her his.

And that was bad.

He rubbed his hand over his face and decided to rejoin the group in the middle of their conversation. Thor and Bruce decided to stop being passive members of the conversation and introduced themselves. Y/n was very confused at Thor’s proclamation as ‘God of Thunder’, but with all that was happening, she didn’t feel it was her place to question it.

“- a good thing we have spare rooms at the compound. You can stay as long as you like.” Tony finished speaking to y/n just as Bucky was walking into the room. “We’re gonna have a new house guest MC.” He waggled his eyebrows at the man who caught the back half of that conversation.

Bucky’s jaw dropped. This would only make the situation much harder than it needed to be. He looked to Steve for an explanation. The blond stood up and made his way over to Bucky.

“Look, Hydra scrubbed her records off of every database and-” He took a deep sigh, “Her family is dead, Buck. They probably killed them after they took her.” 

Then it was Bucky’s turn to sigh. He knew the right thing to do was to help her, but he also knew how much he wanted to feel her soft skin in his hands. And that made her dangerous to be around. 

What nobody knew was why Hydra took the 10 year old from Georgia. In 2006, the Winter Soldier was sent on a mission to kill a scientist that lived there. Of course the poor guy didn’t have a chance when the Soldier was sitting in his house, waiting for him when he got home, but what the Soldier wasn’t expecting was a little girl to be coming inside with him. The scientist looked sleazy and didn’t have any children, so who knows what would have happened to her if the Soldier didn’t get there in time. She screamed and cried. The comm in his ear commanded him to kill the girl for being a witness. But the part of the Soldier that was still Bucky wanted her to be safe. He shushed the little girl and asked her for her address. When she recited it to him, he rubbed her head and told her she was a good girl, before he dug his metal fingers into the child’s pressure points and she fell limp into his arms. y/n woke up in her bed, crying at the bad dream she must have had- her mother not even home yet. That was the first act of defiance Hydra ever experienced from the Winter Soldier. First sign of humanity and compassion. They knew if the mind control was getting weaker, he would be harder to control next time they unfroze him, but his protective nature of the girl would make her an asset to them.

Her capture was arranged before his heart was fully frozen in the chamber. Neither Bucky nor y/n remembered this- Bucky only remembering parts of his time under their control, and y/n never thinking about that bad dream again, but the connection was still there as strong as it was that day 10 years ago.

Part 3